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