I will not say I’m sorry

You will not bend my mind

I will not rhyme and reason your delusion into mine.

I will not understand you.

Or excuse your ill of way.

No token could persuade me down the path that you’ve arranged.

The luxury you crave will not expense me of my freedom

For you are not a God

and we are none but equal.

The whip you crack keeps lashing back

to scars upon your face

but still you keep on whipping

you can see no other way.

you prayed for my creation

yet you crafted without care

I’m all that you requested

and more than you can bear.

Now I am here to show you

what you don’t want to see

so be careful what you wish for

your beauty is a beast.