Am I supposed to think inside your box?
Then I wouldn’t get outside of mine
You think you can control me?
Entrap my inner being?
I will not.
Who do you expect me to be?
Her? Or maybe her? Or her?
Am I supposed to hide behind that artificial mask they call makeup?
Makeup. To make up. Fabricate. Fabrication. Lies.
I will not be another number.
Another clown face.
Don’t think for a second that I’m staying around to watch you – them – you all
Maybe compassion? Sacrifice? Chivalry? Honesty? Sincerity? Nobility?
I don’t know.
I seek to find out.
When it comes and takes your people in its flood,
You will have no army.
And I. Will be strong.