Counterfeit

As I lie at night
Watching the painted walls
I hear the real me calling
Begging to be let free

She’s screaming that she wants love
A hug, in the middle of night
A shoulder, bearing tissue
She doesn’t want to hide

But I can’t let her out
She’s been hurt enough
By you people, you humans
With your hate, war and pain

I must protect her
For without her soul
The miniscule innocence she bears
I know I will be dead

I can’t let her be sacrificed
On your rotisserie fueled by odium
She’s delicate, of lace and pearl
She doesn’t understand your games

So I show you this face
Weathered by your atrophic care
I can deal with it, must deal
To protect that little girl