He** is smirking at me.
Still smirking, after I used a bucket full of ice-cold water on him.
Even smirking, when my fists crackle into his cheeks.
Why does he still smirk at me, when I press the cushion into his face?

She is smirking at me.
Still smirking, watching me leaving the haven of sanity.
Even smirking, after she is placing the call.
Why does she still smirk at me, instead of bringing me back?

I am smirking at them.
Still smirking, when I hear the handcuffs locking.
Even smirking, facing the jurors wall of hatred and scorn.
Will I still smirk, after dawn has broken?