Pools

Don't call me
Your fucking darling
I'm not
Yours to name
Don't hold me to your standards
Your self-created dream

Don't call me
Your damn baby doll
If your intention is to hold me
In a pool of false assumption
Of what a man should be

What's your problem?
Are you wanting me to hold your hand?
My problem lies within your hopes
My god
You scream for my attention

Don't hold me to your standards
Your self-prescribed projection
Your self-created dream

You say it's not your fault
I should let you be the man
You wanna be
I watched you grab the rope
And wrap it around my throat
This is a pool of false assumption
Of what a man should be