In all glory\'s past remarks have severed skin.
Bruising the eye, clawed ever deep.
Kindle once more the ashes buried within,
As instruments of malice tear down the walls you keep.
Radiant spectacles of both wealth and poverty;
Arranged like pieces on a fractured table.
Take heed in these actions, assert \"Guilty\" at trial;
These scars you prod are unstable.
For just a single moment, let it breathe.
In serenity, in remorse,
Grant through it a will and a way.
Of all insecurity\'s burdens,
No longer shall I be ashamed.
So laugh, taunt, belittle my traits,
And do not ask if you think I care!
Courage may one day leave my side,
But my resolve isn\'t going anywhere.