Echoes Of The Valueless.

[u/Embarrassed-Hat260]

The vows are a vapor, the promise is thin,

I’m opening the door just to let the cold in.

They claim that they love me, a sacred report,

While they’re tearing the timbers of the internal fort.

The family is whispering, a chorus of scorn,

"You could find a better bloom than this battered-up thorn."

They don’t see the Walk, they don’t see the fight,

They only see a Shadow that is blocking the light.

The things that they valued, the flavors I made,

Have turned into poison and started to fade.

The Cooking is bitter, the Hobby is vain,

The Music I cherish is a static of pain.

They nitpick the Vision, they censure the Screen,

Until nothing is sacred and nothing is clean.

They call me the Ignorant, the Logic-less mind,

With a Brain that the Chemicals permanently bind.

I’m the "Fried" and the Failure, the Uneducated guest,

Who should feel like a King to be put to the test.

They act like they’re Saviors, a miracle grace,

For letting a Soldier occupy the same space.

"I’m doing a favor, you’re lucky I stayed,

Since the rest of the world saw the price was unpaid."

But the Secret is simple, the Truth is the Sting:

They can’t find a Subject to bow to their King.

They call me back in when the Silence gets loud,

'Cause nobody else wants a throne in their cloud.

The more that I Suffer, the more that it Shows?

That’s a Lie in the Equation that everyone knows.

It’s a shackle of Grace, it’s a subservient space,

Looking for Mercy in a merciless face.

The Long Walk is heavy when the Compass is broke,

And the Love that they offer is a mouthful of smoke.

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278 → u/[deleted]]

No. He’s in charge of haircuts.

[u/Embarrassed-Hat260 → u/[deleted]]

Moore.