you & i



i’ll stand here, in my skin
and you can take a shot
i’ll show you what’s within
and you can care; or not
i’ll sink below my sin
and you can book your slot
i’ll stick, then let it spin
and you will run to rot

i’ll wear your fits of fire
and only you will burn
i’ll call me ‘pariah’
and then, perhaps; you’ll learn
i’ll track your taut tripwire
and you can try to turn
i’ll be the help for hire
and you can yell, or yearn

i’ll laugh when tears are best
and you won’t understand
i’ll smile because i’m blessed
and you can bear its brand
i’ll cry; it’s not a test
and then you’ll feel the sand
i’ll plant beneath your chest
and that’s not what you’d planned

i’ll know when i am right
and you’ll just say that’s wrong
i’ll come for you at night
and you’ll hide in the throng
i’ll muddle black and white
and there’s where you belong
i’ll win this fetid fight
and say; you’re not so strong…