Triumphant as I am
I stand to pride and tune
As I stand as a statue
That always erects their every mood
That attracts every crowd
That is who I am
The man with the plan
The man who always stands
Cuz that is what and who and how
The things I always kind of am
But what about the days
Where I don’t want the eyes
And don’t like to have been seen
Never trying to see the fraud I always tend to be
Because they might stare through the statue
And see the hollowed pride
And realize
the wiz
Is gas
And mask
And metal plated eyes
With a little man inside
all the scaled up grates
Hoping never to be seen
Because he thinks he’s of distaste
To the people that he loves
And the ones he wants to, just the same
Feeling feelings of inadequate
He Makes the mortor of the pain
That hardens into stone
And is chiseled out of spite
Ending in a statue
That stands in winning light
