We are not people.
We are not the soldiers valiantly fighting
Spears unbroken and silver in the dawn
Agains the darkness inside our hearts.
We are not poets.
We do not sing the tales
Of the monsters in our heads
And the heroes who fell to their claws.
We are not people.
We are not unified and happy and gay
Inside we are the foes we imagine
In the night, with blankets as armor,
We are not people
We are the ward against ourselves
In the same breath of life
We know the shadows
We hold the line.