This can't last, the bravado
He misdirects, exits stage left to rapturous applause
And yet he hangs his head
No-one knows the inside of your room
So try it once more with perspicacity

How am I meant to breathe
With suppression in the form of enigmatic peers?
Leave me by the bed where the daffodils are for the rest of the year

Try to be remarkable
Despite the fact you've been left behind in the cold
Lost in noise and dull periphery

And while you wait for your turn
You start to sweat
And as you lose your grip, don't try to dig your heels in to the cliff

How am I meant to breathe
While the rest of you look on at me?

How am I meant to breathe
With suppression in the form of enigmatic peers?
Leave me by the bed where the daffodils are for the rest of the year