He Calls Himself Pierre

Not all mentors are positive

I’ve come to realize

In fact, mine is quite causative

Of things from which I agonize

 

He calls himself Pierre

And he hides inside my head

His words wrap around my thoughts - a snare

Tearing my esteem into shreds

 

If I’m not careful he’ll be:

 

Tap, tap, tapping on my consciousness

Rapping on my thoughts

Screaming his way into my everything

 

And he does.

 

As atrocious as he is

He has taught me many a thing

For he is me as I am his

We’re tied together with an unbreakable string

 

He has taught me to live with my insecurities and fears

As he exposes (and attacks) them in his rants

And I’ve learned over these years

That even I, with all my flaws, deserve a chance

This poem is about: 
Me

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