Martyrdom/Infamy

Fallen from grace,

Sitting there with that distant look on your face.

Look me in the eyes,

Is it not yourself you despise?

Buried underneath your thoughts,

Lost thoughts you've forgotten,

They're better left unspoken.

You don a crown of lies,

Your protection,

An image of happiness.

You will make a difference,

As the martyr of the outcasts.