I am a picture on a wall of which you do not see
I am the figure in the back of your mind that tells you what to read
I am your friend
And sometimes your enemy
I pick all your boyfriends
And figure out what clothing you ought to wear to be pleasing to them on the surface
I am the distortion of the image that God holds for you in His mind
I am not picture-perfect but with pride and time,
I can make you think you are.
When your dreams feel out of reach
I make them feel even further
And when you cannot speak
I make you believe that you really could, you're just not cut out for it
You second guess yourself because of me
I envelop your very being at times
I fill every room with my presence until it too reeks of everything but divine inspiration for you
You cannot see me
But if I gave you an inch
You would run yourself into a tree
So alas
Maybe you need me
If I let you fly
Will you really feel free?
Or will you continue to be the sad poor human I know you to be.
