Ok. Ok.

So we’ll put it to bed

I’ll put it to bed

Though I’ll never hear

Anything that resembles

Recognition

Even though

The entire crowd

Knows that you know

We all know

That you really are

That self-aware

But your play

Your move

Is to make me

Your villain

And while

It does help

To know that

No one agrees

With your easy tale

I’m losing

Days and nights

Hoping

With daggers

In my eyes

That you will

Shape your lips

To form the words

That say

I didn’t take

No

You forsook

And what

A fool I am

To think

You could ever

Sit in that chair

Humility is not

Your color

Of choice