scorn

The leash you’ve kept on me since birth
is too tight to hold your girth,
so you devalue my self worth
by tightening your grip.
But I’m defying all the odds
and your threats to pull it taut,
as I grow tired of your laws
that don’t make any sense at all.

And the rope that once gave you
your pseudo-omniscient control
strangles and entangles your rigid soul,
and you’re a mess.

But you’re blind to your demise
and he sticks up for you too.
You’ve kept him bridled - he has no knowledge.

Somehow, I’m sorry for my threats. But yet:
Idle threats are idle;
Hateful stares are lethal.