I come from a broken home.
With a burden I roam.
Every day little by little, there's a Fact
That will eat into the play I enact.
There's no respite, no running away
"You're an anomaly!" it screams and sways.
"You weren't supposed to exist" Fact retorts.
"You are a reminder of when love deports."
"Your source is questionable," Fact points out,
"Look how ugly it all seems now."
"I get it Fact, " I cower and whimper.
"Won't you let me be if I look at you and simper?"