These people, these faces I cannot see.
These faces swarm together and vanish.
Faces I knew no longer spoke sweetly.
Once welcome, I am next to be banished.
Should I accept these people, these faces  
With the knowledge of my fate ticking by?
These people acknowledge the ticking pace,
And they decide to force feed me with lies.
For so long, I gorged; avoiding the truth.
After time, the lies became hard and stale.
I lost my appetite, but gained some couth.
Though my heart has hardened, it is still frail.
These people, these faces tried to break me.
These people, these faces released me free.