(Circa. 2017)

I'm not your inspiration.

Someone who you could listen to,

look up to in every aspect of self

I'm not your mother.

Someone you can take personality, mannerisms, and dreams from without feeling an ounce of guilt.

Don't look up to me.

I won't teach you how to crawl
I won't teach you how to walk
I won't teach you how to talk
I won't nurture and feed your awful way of thinking that you can take anything your un-bruised adolescent hands can reach.