My words, my pride, my sanity has been yours since that dawn of time,
Where the world stopped moving the way I’d rather divine,
All the progress I made to make sure I feel a smile,
All ceases to exist the moment I watch you strut that aisle.
You may cover your shame behind a mask,
But I still see the daggers that formed in your mouth when I refused to lay out what you asked,
The world sees you as a clown, as an entertainer, someone worth giving a second chance,
But as someone with experience under his skin, it’s hard to remember times we had with a second glance.