For a while I watched as you clambered over the corpses of your predecessors,
And the wreckage of who you once were trailed behind you almost out of sight.
You came at me in steel and concrete, holding a space lined with broken glass,
Held me up by my hair,
And tried to break off all the pieces of me that didn’t fit.
Confused when I backed away,
As though it had not occurred to you that I might have had different plans.
As though I had not occurred to you at all.
Too many years of habit have taken their toll;
You have forgotten how to be people.
You will walk through the world encased in your self-righteousness,
In your high-and-mighty assertions that introversion is not loneliness,
Wearing your DISC profile like a shield and a crutch,
Until you fall, like Icarus -
Plummeting to the earth on scorched and broken wings,
And live out your days in solitude,
Wasting away in the ruins of your once-lofty ideals.
© mjc 02 October 2013