A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory
Of shame birthed its gift.
No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.
Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more
I can see you, can fuck you, inside of you. Staring through
Your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,
To realize my saving grasp.
We're fucking you back
Fucking you back...
I'm shoving my life right down your throat.
Can I
find the guts? Can I feel the heart?
Look at the ground as you choke me up,
does it taste like tequila?
Or failure?
We're fucking you back