I wish he could see himself through her younger eyes.
How broken his little girl was from the words he used as bullets.
Hoping to be invisible in his eyes,
Then he couldn't hurt her with his twistest phases.
All she wanted was her father's approval.
When she came out, the bond was broken.

In twisted labyrinths of thy mind
A melancholy boar desecrate, entwined
A prideful being calls himself the hein
Yet seeking consensus, but in vain

Hiking each mountain, with life's longing weight
Trying to seek answers in his twistest faith
Through darkness hide, and doubts reside
Questioning himself, and his heart's devide

In this expedition, he discovers a new path
A new joruney he sought, but with humble aftermath
Now modest and strengthened, his beliefs renew
Labyrinths starts to unwind and boars venue

A new life begins, a journey to behold.
Throughout the struggling mission, his tale unfolds
Seems like all have payed off, in this new found way
Now a completely other person, and calls himself  hypocrasy