You

I once thought I I knew you well
I cried once when you slept.
Now I cry because I know myselfe
I cry for my elite.
Won, one circumstance knows itself.
Another lie, lies all the same.
Prejudicial perogotory shams,
to me it's all the sham.
In nakedness in a waist length coat
Or in mourningness or in rough.
It's the self inside I'm going to see
Not the shit upon your shelf.
Am I done?
Bye....