Save me from my own, O Lord!
I'm already disowned
Disavowed their judgmental policies
That overwhelm my fallacies.

I'm ready to take on the treacherous world
Have it in me to stand and smirk
The betrayal of my kin
Exposes the lesions of vulnerability within.

Stone-faced and arrogant I look
To mask the pain of misunderstood
My silence belies the voices inside
As they struggle to come to life.

Wish it was that easy
Walking with bloodied feet was breezy
Across the spike-laden cobbled path
Where each step demands a different start.

Strategy is life's game
Where goodness is perennially shamed
We have to restrain our true emotions
This is all learnt through experience.

Sheep are wolves in disguise
Visible to the discerning eye
A lot of wounds are never healed
We just learn to ignore and live.