So quickly you’ve forgotten his past

And now raised upon a pedestal

You worship him.

No longer do you condemn him

As he has risen to your expectations;

But, not so long ago he was condemnable

As he had fallen beneath your expectations.

He strayed from your expectations,

And with his former-self hidden

From your condescendence,

He became the deviant

You fought to control, claim as your own, even.

You condescendingly aspire to mold

Another from your expectations

 Who, will then be worth worship;                      

But the deviant who was born,

Was born out of your condescension.