sitting atop of the throne you've built,
peering down upon an average boy.
filled with mistakes,
instilled by insecurities.
a hardened shell that i broke down
or at least took a piece of.
a glance was all that I have needed,
to shut the door.
poured this time,
this soul,
this being,
all for what?
poured this time,
this soul,
this being,
all for what?
a promise that was too good to keep,
every word that was held...
you say I am the same story,
but a deeper look projects a different image,
one that sites not well.
a deeper meaning that I will understand.