Tell me what I can’t stand to hear
Give me insult, give me pain
For why shouldn’t you torture me so
I imagine it was burning inside you for so long
I’m surprised you haven’t killed me yet
I must not be too great of an example of mankind
But there I go again
Going on into forever talking about myself
Would you rather hear what lay beyond my boasts
The tears raining down from my constant flow of sorrows
I know I’m not good
I know I’m not warm
I know I am not compassionate
Enough
Enough for you to hold your onslaught on my soul
For you to cease your endless fury
I beg you in the name of a father faceless
Whom you believe I do not obey
I hear his word perhaps more so than you
For he instructs me not to bother you
With my tedious burden
For who am I to complain
But I’m sure you’ve heard me do so well enough
Perhaps if you were to feel my fear
Feel my doubt
Delve into my very soul
Perhaps if you were to step behind this veil
You could see the method to my façade
Behind all of this pride
All of this energy
All of this arrogance
Stands a humbled man
Cold and dying
With no boast to speak of.

 
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