The Wizard

Mark, Mark, King of the Dark

The trauma and drama of everyone’s parts

My “Child”, my “Sleeper”, my “Empty” one, too

It all came from your mouth, so it has to be true

It’s phenomenal really, the way you can place

A life into context without seeing her face

And soon just a thought from the “wisdom” you hold

Might as well come from Jesus; we are that desperate to mold

And simply like that, we give up our will

To use our own voices; we just take the damn pill

So believed to be safe, I eased my guard down

Until seeing I was the subject, while you wore the gown

But I only saw because I watched from the side

The favorites you coddled and studied with pride

And in not being one, it was easy to see

That you simply don’t care about clients like me

Perhaps it was just that I’m not mold-able

Since you really can’t brainwash a mind when it's full

Already lodged with my own core beliefs

You may break down the door, but they won’t ever leave

I could give you credit for being someone

Who established a place that helped me become

A person with health, who can live without ED

Who now wants to live life and not simply be dead

But I was used like the rest for the “research” you plunder

When research is theory, and we’re people, not numbers

Still, maybe your intentions were once genuine

But if so, that was long before your ego stormed in

You see, the brilliance you’ve shown the naïve, it’s an art

But brilliance like that isn’t "Self", it’s a part

So don’t ever forget, despite what they’ve bought

You will never be infallible --- you’re not the son of God.