Why Must You Discourage Me?

Why must you discourage me with your presence? I’m not like you are with all of your dreams and wishes that don’t reach past the front door of an amusement park. You look too much like my nightmare to make me think kindly of you. Your pants don’t even touch your waste and your feet barely touch the floor. I can’t look into your eyes because I would only drown in the deep pools of pitiless self worth. Why must you do this to me? Next time you see a train coming past, jump on. Don’t come back until you realize that you don’t need wings to fly, you only need a breeze with the courage to blow you away.