Echo of Myself
By Kit Hart

You follow my lead,
my lead.

My every move becomes yours,
becomes yours.

My every word, you say,
you say.

Watching, waiting, listening to me,
to me.

That pressure becomes too much,
too much.

I lash out, break your refrain.

You drift.

I watch; I wonder.

Someone now follows your lead,
your lead.

You are a cruel leader.

I wonder where you learned that,
learned that.