He yelled at the world
through a mirrored screen,
Mistook their silence
for being mean.
But deep in the hush
he feared to feel,
Lay his wound
that never healed.

So now he sits,
crown slipping low,
Still chasing warmth
in a world of show.

People avoided
his party in droves,
Not listening to him,
but to what they know:
That truth won't bow
and hearts won't lie,
No matter how grand
your alibi.