You had thought I was a dream
But when the nightmare appeared
You left me all alone to scream,
Abandoned, just as I have feared.
I hid too long, wore a mask,
To spare you of the dark within,
But I broke, failed my task,
Inadequacy is my sin.
I let you see me insecure,
Vulnerable and weak,
However, you could not endure
My hollow thoughts, cold and bleak.
You took the easy way out,
Let my demons haunt me;
I won't follow, have no doubt,
Won't go where you don't want me.
I shouldn't blame you, and yet still
I resent you this betrayal;
Like Sisyphus, I climb a hill,
Every day, alone and frail.
What's the point? Each time I stepped
further up this cursed path,
I took two back, the stone has kept
Pushing back my tears and wrath.
You know what? Good.
I'm glad you're gone.
You never really understood
The song of a black swan.
It's my burden, and my mission,
Even if there is no point,
I'd rather have my obsession
Than to fail and disappoint.