I attacked my day with gusto and zeal

For you see, I’ve decided not to feel

I hardly notice as those whose exercise unjust dominion over me

Mock what I hold most dear

Go get ‘em champ! My smile is real!

For you see, I’ve decided not to feel

I nod enthusiastically as lies drip from the mouths of the privileged

I repeat these lies until I am dead inside

But outside I keep an even keel

For you see, I’ve decided not to feel

They ask questions to which they know the answer

But they want to hear me say it

Through the tears my world appears surreal

For you see, I’ve decided not to feel

They look at me curiously, wondering

How could even a wretch sink so low?

Suddenly I can no longer kneel

It seems I’ve decided again to feel

They do not see it coming

I exist outside space and time and strike with a ferocity long thought extinct

I do not mourn the fallen for they are worse than soulless

They had a soul but gave it away – they are lower than rocks

But their voices will be joined with the rocks on the last day

Some I strike have forgotten me

Their discharge is like an honor-restoring salve

Standing erect to greet the dawn my body is the only one able to cast a shadow

There is nothing to mark the prostrate dust

As well there shouldn’t be

My broken heart begins to heal

For I have found the courage to feel