My, how you’ve grown
Coasts away from uncaring lips
Fuming, with feigned interest
Brimming, with cheap affection

I rebuke their Trojan words
Yearning to probe
To pierce the armor
To mirror their safeguarded wounds

“My, how you’ve grown
Stout with delirium and sloth
Into the helpless oaf
I’ve dreamed to meet this day”

My conscience pours
Its long dammed remorse
Through my cracked plastic grin
Gushing forth, to draw their prying stares

They’ve triumphed once more
As they’ve always dreamed
In their ever-watchful and fear-burdened eyes