• They stop, watch and talk as I “grieve”
    They see my life as a pesky weed
    Framed as a victim by what others perceive.

    Apparently I wear a mask, I deceive
    They assume I share their superficial greed
    They stop, watch and talk as I “grieve.”

    An iron curtain built is what I conceive
    In this cold war, can I succeed?
    Framed as a victim by what others perceive.

    What keeps me warm? My pride and sleeve.
    That’s all I have and all I need
    They stop, watch and talk as I grieve.

    My mind yells “hush can’t you just leave,
    “sticks and stones” ’’ I repeat my small creed
    I am a victim by what others perceive

    Could it all be fake, just make-believe?
    Paranoid by one word, just a seed.
    They pass by in silence as I grieve.
    I am a victim by what I perceive.