No one knows how you feel inside when you are hired to pretend you are a traitor and you end up believing your own betrayal.
A job which consists of forgetting day after day.
Being expected to feign dishonour.
My mirror no longer reflects a face which can even be called my own.
Either I am an agent or this is truly betrayal.
They want me occupied and distracted, by whatever means.
For with my wandering thoughts and solemn foolishness I might impede what is happening inside me.