I stand in a caffeine-fueled craze
dazed, I stacked the cups of midnight aid
A panel of mirrors I now face
No—it’s a panel of judges
with smirks like smudges on their face
I ought to know better, yet I’m here
Who are these people—a jury of fear?
“I hear I’ve been forsaken,” I exclaim
Then, a black-robed man adresses my plea:
“Time’s up, kid! You’re a sham—a... See more