These words speak for the man,
they’re the voice of his soul.
A tarnishing of past reputations,
these words hang from me,
like lights from a Christmas tree.

I can feel it,
it’s so cold out there,
the disconnection echoes in the distance.
My hand trembles,
my knees are weak.
I find salvation through expression.

That’s all I ever wanted.
Acceptance.
It comes from the self,
yet it still eludes me.
Maybe I'll find it,
maybe I won't,
maybe it never went anywhere.