A stranger by choice; seldom spoke his voice
A martyr of their heinous presumptions
Held to the reputation of his past
Left no one guessing - he was not the same

I wondered what daydreams he pursued
A boy bound in shackles, “You understand?”
Slave to a tormented innocence; but
Witness to a microcosm of wealth

The boy denounced his paternal villainy
To live the life of a righteous man
He was fate’s mercenary, wistfully
He dismissed the origins of his birth
To become the forsaken son of hell

The veneer of his eyes admitted shame
Yet his glare became his chosen disguise
Benevolence held a known enemy
And a pretender of sincerity

But as I lived absently in his eyes
The fragility of my youth stuttered
I was vacant in understanding
As I laughed at the boy they called, “gay”