Who the fuck do you think you are? Talking to me like I don't matter
Disregarding my efforts for my inability to live up to this mythical potential I'll never reach
Sisyphus and I are not kin so why do you sick his sin on me?
The boulder is not my burden to carry
Do you not see my scrawny frame?
I've never been qystrong in your eyes and yet you demand I lift the weight of your expectations like Atlas with my shoulders
You break my back every day with your whips and your quips and your barbs
How you'd wrap the belt with flowery words of encouragement as if spoken word could heal the wounds on my soul
So I ask again who the fuck are you?
Are you perfect?
Are you blameless?
Are you nameless?
You are shameless?
Or is it shameful?
The shame took its toll
I paid in full
I ate from your plate because you've always been the hand I could not bite
The man I could not spite
The man I could not fight
Who the fuck are you?
Emmanuel, the chosen one, the Messiah?
Jesus Christ would never hurt me like you did
Curse me like you do
All the hate you spew
I learned it all from you
So who the fuck are you?
The shadow in my skull
The devil in my ear
The self-doubt I held dear because I found self-assurance so alien that my body rejected it like poison
I built a tolerance to charity
A resistance to love
A distance from the ones that never harmed me as a calculated risk from an educated fool like you
I reject your lessons
I reject your name
I take back the power to see myself as I am. Blessed and highly favored. Colorful and full of flavor. Worthy to be savored. Your name won't be remembered. So who the fuck are you?