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
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