They called on you and the depended you to save them.
But no matter what you werent their image of the perfect savior,
In fact you were the opposite of what they thought about.
And it seemed the more you saved them the harder they fell,
When you turned on everything that hated you,
But you loved them all so much.
If only you could bless every imperfect soul with the ability to have mutliple hearts and eyes better to sniff out all the skeptics and traitors.
Buy no matter what you were destined to save something right?
Or were you the one who needed to be saved?
YOU ARE READING
Referenced
Poetry"You walk in everyday with the same mistake. Your alive. You walk in and out, still no change." -i am a working stiff
