Taken

sitting atop of the throne you've built,
peering down upon an average boy.
filled with mistakes, instilled by insecurities.
a hardened shell that i broke down or at least took
a piece of. a glance was all that i have needed,
to shut the door. poured this time,
this sould, this being, all for what?
poured this time, this soul,
this being, all for what? a promise that was too good
to keep, every word that was held.
.. you say i am the same story,
but a deeper look projects a different image,
one that sites not well. a deeper meaning that i will understand.