{poem} The God You're Looking For

[cyberpunk_pygmalion]

Somebody from the inside, and how they feel about Angie's situation.

There used to be days

where you were a child.

Not a prophet, a shepherd,

my eyes and wings and hands.

Now everyone and everything

requests your few free hours

asks you advice in stillness

makes secrets in the dark.

Back then you had childhood

you were allowed to.

But something changed.

Something, somewhere

it grew against your will.

Mom saw me within you

strangers saw me in what

was yours, what made

your pride swell.

It went wrong, then and there

nothing good came from it

when I took priority from

who should've been a person.

But now you're an island.

Strong and generous and

all alone, surrounded by

everything which doesn't

care, not about you.

There used to be days

where you were a child.

And when I came to you

it raptured off all that

was owed to you.