Implicit 

You don't have to Be them 

To offer me 

As fruit 

To the gods 

I mean god lovers 

So they can shape 

I mean distort 

My choices 

You don't have to 

Be them 

To be the thief 

Of my existence 

You only have to 

Apologize 

With inaction and indifference 

To be a blurred mirror 

Of my now and future 

Torment 

 

You don't have to 

Be them 

But you are 

Them 

When you shrug 

And say things 

Will get better 

Eventually