Metacognition

Dissect my emotions, manipulate my sentiments,

That I shared with you, when I thought you were heaven sent;

I thought an angel had hugged me with lovely wings, but rather I felt the stabbing pains of a bat’s leathery flying things.

They made me sing, and stand, and prance and jump about - but never under my own terms - what was that about?

I was taught to sing, and play - I was taught culture and to be gay, from the very same people who spread racial dismay:

He said to tell him all, so he can make it better,

Now he’s dead and underground - I’m stuck with these pains forever.