what I need

why would I be
after the bullshit delivery
stopped at my door, not yours
and the newspaper headlines
slandered my five lettered name, not yours
what I need is that recognition

why would I be
willing, oh so willing, to give up so much
at my own impoverished personal expense
sacrificial lambs gone 3000 km, no, not really
what I need is the bullshit to end

why would I be
when the mistrust was pushed my way
time and time again
when the blame constantly fell on my side
time and time again
what I need is supposed to be apparent.