I knew already
I couldn't get it
Fruitless
Hopeless
Dreamless
what kept me going?
or, as a matter of fact
Why..

I was blind
Too weak to see the truth
That's why you named me that, right?
Too weak to see the whiteness
that covered everything

I was Deaf
I couldn't hear those bells
when they tolled
as I flew farther and farther
up cotton candy clouds
I wonder if it would have hurt more if I heard them

I was Mute
I couldn't tell you
even right before yesterday
not even then
not even when I saw you perched
on that rock
No

I was Caught
Hand in hand with Fear and Hate
Apprehension and Sorrow
drifting in white to black
black to white

I was Stupid
I thought I could shield myself
From hearing those conversations
behind locked doors
wooden, of course
So I could hear them

Wait, why am I saying these in past tense?
Because I know that they still are
a part of my loyalty