the starters pistol fires
your game is afoot, and the clones cheer you on
you radiate intimidation
don't you think she can sense your eyes pierce to the flesh, or does your ego block?
you paint a pretty picture of yourself to her
an abstract portrait, regardless of the truth
don't you think she can sense your eyes
pierce to the flesh or does your ego block out the emotions of another?
you'll eat her existence
a slave to your game
another's pain, fears
it's spelled out in her eyes
when will the child's ego let go for the sake of being loved?