A Bit Shy Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I feel like a exhibitionist.
The man running around with no cloths, while everyone is covered up.
My face should be red, I should blush.
But that emotion has been lost.
Somewhere along the way I forgot how to be embarrassed.
Such a rush in making yourself look like the fool.
A pawn, a tool, used in ways so cruel.
Handed dish, and told to eat your gruel.
And I can smile upon the request.
So unnaturally happy.
A unending blissfulness.
I wish I could share this.
A constant high.
But not of any medication, or plant orientation.
It is all in my head.
It is just the way I am.