'Impaired!' I yell, 'Look at my scar!'
'False!' they say, 'Mine is worse!'
They bleed well--is my pain a sham?
I weep, lie, back to pain--
Today, I yelled, 'Look at my scar!'
'Gashing, bleeding!' they scream!
I painted it, they applaud me.
I lied once--was I right?
