under that microscope

I am a window
to an empty street
I am the most anachronistic motherfucker
you will ever meet
A thousand disguises
cannot conceal me anymore
I am the warning
and the blood on your door
I am the sucker punch,
a dirty trick
and you make me feel
so fucking small
Is this payment
for a thousand wayward glances?
for so many nameless firestorms
that raged through my brain?
You don't know how it feels
until you go under that microscope
I am a man,
confident and sure
but at this moment
I've forgotten my name
A wall of eyes
can bring you to your knees
They ask so many silent questions
they cast aspersions,
they punish and pierce you
until you're out of sight
It is hard to fess up
until the tables have turned.