by giving me
such backwards advice
it's easy to see
why you do not recognize
your biggest vice
for the weakness it is
your facade crafted to fit in
some suit of armor
an ego ignoring its id
widening the chink
it once hid so well
what you want
crawls out
your passive demands
instructing me
have my needs
dissolve, infuse
into the wants of others
satisfy myself
by dismissing my comfort
to provide for
a population
able to thrive
through individuality
i develop my core
with materials i found
on my own
you stand alone
waiting for rendered aid
to relieve you of rust
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