a poem i wrote abt a friend with a parasocial issue (might become a song idk)

a lonely hedgehog:

the sheep towers over the hedgehog 

her greatness undeniable

he’s blind to his potential

and he finds himself so liable

the sheep towers over the hedgehog

with his parasocial writing

he hates himself and cannot tell

it’s not her he’s fighting

delusional scripts put down

too similar to my own

my claws’ tips tear at the ground

as i watch him lie alone

the sheep doesn’t know

it’s not her fault

it’s not her problem

it’s not her call

the sheep towers over the hedgehog

perched upon a cliff

he’s lost on how to reach her heights

so now he remains stiff

the sheep towers over the hedgehog

as he slowly starves to death

chased after self fulfilling prophecies

til he had nothing left

delusional scripts put down

too similar to my own

my claws’ tips tear at the ground

as i watch him lie alone

the sheep doesn’t know

it’s not her fault

it’s not her problem

it’s not her call

the sheep towers over the hedgehog

perched upon a cliff

he’s lost on how to reach her heights

so now he remains stiff

the sheep towers over the hedgehog

as he slowly starves to death

chased after self fulfilling prophecies

til he had nothing left

delusional scripts put down

too similar to my own

my claws’ tips tear at the ground

as i watch him die alone

as i watch him die alone