The Statue of Liberty

You’re telling me I’m cutting to the chaseBut in between your linesI’ve heard too much I’ve heard that you’re not like me in all too many waysWe belonged to not the same planetsYou were not driven by your hungerYour lust didn’t make you climb the mountainsYou told me you’ve done the work on yourself for far too many yearsI sighted you for never having been a climberYou see how could I communicate the taste of blood to youYou thought that it would hurt youI’ve come from the past I laugh at these days nowThe role-play feels all too muchEspecially when you’ve been the one who’s never given me the trustYet I feel safe with Peter PanI want to tell him all my storiesI know he’ll understandHe knows the taste of bloodThought it wasn’t worth his securities I get thatHe had a choice while I never didI had to dream myself out of captivityA place where I could simply not beAnd it feels like masks are laughing all over meI want to scream and shout and ask them why nowAnd not decades ago were you not with meThe bruises in my voices blistered It’s become administered That I’d be a complicated Maitre’DYou’ve gifted me the complexity instead of the trustLet me on my own figure out not just my mazesBut your ownFor years owning them as my ownI never forgave you, I simply looked away just like you taught me toAnd now I carry the thorns of a cactus thanks to youWriting an unwritten storyWhile you’re advising me when yourself you’ve never written anyThe facade feels to heavyAnd my one way is simply too slow and unsteadyTell meDo you really see the tears I’ve uncriedBecause you taught me I’d be weak to have been the vulnerableSo I’ve grown a skin too thick and too strongThe one who was preyed on, became the predator, and at times the ghostThe intuitive introvert forced herself to give birthThen the statue of liberty was born