your fears don’t let you see
how hard you can be
to me or to any other imperfect creature
You hide yourself from the world
thinking that we owe you an apology
for your own mistakes
But when you see someone’s mistake
you point it out
you poke and shout
the little god in you shivers
you don’t see the person anymore
only the beast in front of you
but don’t forget: so are you.
the mythic symbol of the constant human self-conflict.
