Fun House

I pressed my hand against you,

asking how to be,

the fun house mirror you

then showed me,

a shining nightmare back at me

I tried correcting my reflection,

telling you what I see,

only silence was my pension,

your scheduled handout to my plea

I begged for understanding,

in our holy name,

showed you proof and confession

under your false claim

you would not learn to see me,

you didn’t know my heart,

I turned the key relentless,

begging for a start