I used find the tales of Hercules peculiar When I was younger I mean can one be so desperate for attention? But now that I am older I came to realize That in fact we aren’t That dissimilar
Two hot headed fathers refusing to recognise the Existence of one another A cruel vengeful Stepmother that tries To get you out of the picture. The consistent drive For acceptance From one side or all
It feels as if the ways you’re dissimilar Is an endless abyss. Spiralling downwards In Tartarus’s lowest levels Where even Hades don’t venture
And maybe now I am irrational For personifying myself With a figure from a far away Culture’s Mythology But that’s how deep the Need is to belong.