They're watching me; I'm certain that they are.
No matter where I go, I feel their eyes
Dissecting me, though hidden, from afar,
And analyzing me. I know the lies
They spread about me; I can see the signs.
The silent shoulders turned away from me,
The way a single moment now defines
My whole entire life, how I can be
Excluded from the places I belonged.
I know those ways. I used to practice them;
And now I am their target. I am wronged
By those whom I would normally condemn.
But even as I see myself abused
I don't repent the snobbery I used.
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