It rests on me in hours.
The daylight offers no release.
I am gagged by its promise.
I am cuffed to its shame.
I carry its burden, chained to my heart;
I endure its ridicule,
I tempt kisses with its fate.
You laugh at my falter, you spit in my face,
you encourage my fall dear, you aid in the debate.
It’s become an over-powerment,
it’s a beast of its own disguise.
It’s a legend of its fortitude,
it’s a joke ...
and still a prize.