wish

that i was not tied to you, a black mask. i see you not and i am what you tell me to be. it is so easy for you, to wave and have the world bow to your feet, entitled. i had to slave away, for eons, i don't think you know what that means. because words do not do justice when flesh gets flailed. you look at me, wide eyed. unafraid, i saw it as courage it was so easy for you to be smooth, like aged wine i mistook to be precious. you never did anything did you? rehearse those lines each night, that the hoax would not be seen? or is that too far fetched/i know not when confusion is reality you call madness. is it - - - to accept the incredible, that you were never supposed to dictate, to command, to be, seems like one of us disagrees. i was mad, to believe you.