He sits on his sad perch
Crying tears
Made with selfish fears
While I flounder,
Drowning in an invisible sea—
Reacting to something others can’t see.

Framed as excessive,
Then ignored,
Dismissed—
While they root for the show,
The cause,
The catalyst

Instead of truth.
Scars.
And loneliness.

I hold the torch—
Too feral to be seen
As they choose
To stumble
Back into oblivion.