Venerate

The mere idea of writing this little poem

A wretched writhing gut reaction.

A response of wrath and enmity.

This isn’t me, this is a facade.

But my class, the class I chose to be in,

The class that built up a wall of falsehoods,

has forced this onto me, I don’t want to suffer the consequences.

So, this poem has my adulate,

Has my enmity, has my honor.

To all the worlds I have created,

to all the characters I have written.

I adulate you, I commemorate you all.

You are parts of myself, you are representations of my very actuality.

But you will never exist, not in this world,

you will always be trapped in my head.

You’re just stories that make me bawl,

That make me snicker, that make me shout.

To all the people I have met,

you’re all disgusting, you’re only human after all.

Humans shout, Humans complain, Humans whine.

Our own selves are all little children breaking everything that we can get our hands on.

But… some of you disgusting humans have trapped me,

some of you had me enjoying your company.

Too bad you’re only human,

I might’ve venerated you.