maybe

I should

just listen young

and listen to you

but speak less and

do not sing and

do not play an instrument and

do not make up a new song

or if I do

just do not let anybody hear it

as if it was a holy text and

keep it hidden

as foreseen by the scene

you have given to me

just like the shame

just like the fate

just like the scar

just like the giant gift of self hate

if you didn’t know

you put me through this and

you probably didn’t recognize

and wouldn’t even admit it

even if you did so that might

just all make sense and I

will sink into the shadows

at the back of the room soon