Catalyst

My Impetus,
My Impulses,
My Motives,
Their everything you know.
Their everything you pray wouldn't happen.

You place me on a pedestal and except me to dance,
Become an over achiever,
With the thoughts of me being the epitome of this thing
you hope would never exist.

I feel like a hermit now, thanks for the help.
If you'd only listen,
You'd see this isn't the cry out you think it is.
But of course it is,
Because everyone is just so much better, right?
What happened, what went wrong?
To become so cynic, your motives must be so grand.

To think,
Out of all this I just wanted to see the palm of your hand.