There’s a thing They do to you
When they tell you to be good and nice and kind:
They split you in half
Wholeness lost to some ethereal, spiritual idea that Love is all there is
Child, you ain’t that high on the totem pole yet
You gotta work with that ego before you transcend
So, wake up
Or tell me about the world in which you live
I love fantasies
Sometimes, the compassionate thing is to kill
Or love from afar
But God-forbid (yes God-forbid) They teach you that
Sometimes mirroring another’s cruelty or ignorance is the singular chance to bring them into the Light
But we won’t do that when we’re nice and good and kind
Did They do it to you, too?
Split you in half?
And make you an anxious, shit-eating, people-pleasing robot?
Would you be humble enough to admit it if They did?
Did They have you thinking,
“But I don’t want to hurt their feelings!”
As if intentionally you would set out to do just that?
Jesus, you’re not a sociopath
Fearing narcissism is just another rebellion
A way They get you to stay in reactive states
Instead of integrating
None of us needed all that collective, dismissive, groveling crap
I, for one, will no longer be had
I’ll stab back because there is no one I’ll let split me in half
No I’m not going back
I see with new, fierce eyes, clarified
My heart begins to grin, whole at last
Do you want to jump in?
Take my hand
Tie the left to the right and fight
It’s a bloody fucking battle, friend
I’m not gonna lie
But when you get to the other side you’ll realize
The war itself made you Unified
Yes it was war that made you unified
Try that on for size