What am I so afraid of,
Or is it that I can’t be
The ideal society
Has fashioned for me?
I try to be someone
That I cannot recognise,
An Achilles, or Zeus,
Who fucks and who lies.
But the mirror keeps laughing
At the medicated disguise.
Am I who I was then,
Or did I become their desire?
Years ago, I became a god
To make love to a loveless liar.
Yet, I was cast away!
(And that became my fear)
How and why must I alter
To keep whom I love near?
If I do succumb
And give in to keep,
Years later, alone and old,
Struggling to sleep,
Could I find myself,
After being buried so deep?
