Show me he who wants my life,
judges my existence to be one worthy of envy.
Let me have at him thusly
for mine is a life tattered and spoiled by excess
tarnished by sin, ruined by deceit.
Show me he who admires me,
finds me deserving of adulation.
I shall rebuke and scold him harshly.
I bear upon me
marks so shameful,
signs so condemning,
My fate sealed long before.
Show me he who appreciates me,
showering me with undue gratitude.
I will return his affections.
Indeed, I do that which none dare speak of
on no one's command but that of
unspoken demands
by a neglecting society
lofted high amongst the vapours pure and arrogant.
Show me he who believes me a hero,
unspoken in excellence, underpaid in celebration.
Let me render his face in twain
for none who know my story
can dare to agree with such a fool.
Show me he who finds me a waste,
an unnecessary blotch on the world,
And I will show you a wise man.