the image you make of me
is your own reflection
i am not your mirror
nor am i yours
every lash that you inflicted
was only a fragment of what you deserve
you are wretched
and it is not a solitary presumption
you wonder at your isolation
but i know it is in your making of webs
easily thread, but easily torn down
you are viewed for your fabrication
stretched across a dim reality
along with your people
i see them
in your land of fantasy
a boy's adventure, not fit for a man
it's time to grow up, Peter
the world is not full of pirates
save for the ones that you create
this is not a childhood fantasy
you are not a victim to the world
you're unbelievable
and that's not saying much