So shameless, the words they speak Nor their calls do I heed, stream of words so weak Not painless, the endless counts of mirrors they seek No guidance, I take my stand One you know beforehand, features carved in sand In silence, experience this emotional dance Deception you see Rejected you'll be Discarding your claims A portrait of me Into the frame A template of blame Chasing my demons, and wasting my shame Salvation, summon me To me deal what I need, tell me what I seek With patience, and caution grant me this oddity