Revelation

A self evaluation relationship,
A ‘guiding hand’ throughout my trip.
Lovely, darling spectacled girl,
Red lips, slight arms and skins of pearl.

I see you. Confident with care.
Yet beneath my interpretation,
and disenchanted sexualisation.
I see a timid guise, hidden,
yet remaining deep behind those eyes.

Im crazy, lullaby daisy.
The white room bulges all spacey.
And I laugh and smile deflecting your questions.
I need to carry forth a mental insurrection.

I have a strange and dangerous Egotism.
Passing time learning your mind’s tick tock rhythm.
I will deconstruct your psyche,
Disconnected; judgements somewhat harsh and spiky.

“Mr. Black, I recommend exercising twice daily,
lots of natural sleep and a balanced diet”.

"Firstly, thank you for not rhyming,
Stale convention never bares wordsworth signing.
I can’t out run, eat or ‘sleep off’ myself,
Perfect chemical sequences aren’t ‘off the shelf’!"

Your response, a calm and practised inquistion:
“Mr. Black, is this going as well as you’d hoped?”
This is a game. For greater net self esteem,
She must feel as if she’s revealed things never before seen.

“Yes, Miss... sorry what was your name?”
“Mr. Black, you fumbled, what a crying shame.
For I am you, the caring and responsible - the real you.
Wake up, get help, and breach the taboo”.