I notice the masked unknown The year stained disturbances Some kind of effect I wouldn't know how to call Guess it's the charms of overly-consumed marriages. It's the bitter reproaches And the lowly messages. It's the awkwardness with which my dad over-explains himself For simple occurances Misread instances I'm sick oh hearing it. My mother flaunting her insecurities She capitalises her hold over me. I'm a trophy, I'm a trophy. The way the both stare gleefully. I embody the price to modify genetically Anger, regret, hate all take corporality. I'm beaming The lack of romance I grew up in and my obsession with it developing. I'm revealing disconnected personalities. My mother and father might take pride in it, My bluntness, my unjustified humanity But sometimes all I see in me Is family gesturing, Just mere mimicking. A real life harlequin.