Let me roll my eyes at his words, call him insane, 

Anything not to feel again, not to admit the truth of it. 

Let me bathe my heart in ice, and plug my ears with cotton, 

So they do not penetrate my soul. 

Let me reassure those I’ve cried to that I feel nothing, 

That his phrases are meaningless to me, 

Let me reiterate my intense opposition more virulently, 

When I do not feel it. 

Let me fall deaf in spite. Let me deny until I am no longer anything but an echo.

I am contrarian for the sake of contrarianism. 

And, now, that is all I have let myself become, 

A walking wall of no, while my heart mocks me.