The Pedestal

Oh how easy it is
To give power to a figure
Because of something you thought
In your stupid little head

How dare we think
And therefore create a monster
That would hurt us
Without cause or warning

How dare I think
That you were more than you are
A prophet, a god, an example
Someone better than our thoughts

I realize now
That I hate you and my love
Was strained by a longing
For a promise you can't keep

I obliged you with it
A truth that wasn't yours
A gift you can't see
And won't remember

I burdened you with
My own misconceptions
I'll keep it a secret now
So you can keep hurting me