Covered (First Draft)

Covered, head-to-toe, in your transparent coat of shame,
There’s nothing to be ashamed of dear.
Isn’t this what you wanted? Just a taste of fame?
Well, now you’ve got it. Hurry and wipe that tear.
Hide yourself, disguise your pain.
They feed off the stuff. Looks like they’re starving.
Give them what they want, right? Nothing to lose. Oh, but nothing to gain.
Nothing to lose? Wrong. They’re little carpenters, and trust me – they’re carving.
Carving away at your dignity and your pride.
Is this what you wanted? A little taste of fame?
You’ve got it now, and there’s nothing to hide.
Such a pretty picture. Well, here’s the frame:
They’ve gone fishing and tossed the bait.
You’ve taken hold and they’re in for the kill.
Your distress is tasty, but not enough. You give more, and they can’t wait.
They strive for your heart, and you give it with will.
Covered, head-to-toe, in your transparent coat of shame.
This isn’t what you wanted?