Press Conference

The lights
Are hot
Burning
My skin
As
I
Sit down
Feedback
Comes from
The microphone
My throat
Is dry
I take a
Sip of water
Cameras flash
Everyones
Anticipating
What I
Have to
Say
I let
The crowd know
I am a flawed man
As if
That will
Keep them
From painting
Me
As the villain
I make mistakes
However
Being just a man
Is no reason
To have done
What I've done
But
How dare
All you fellow
Sinners
Throw stones
At me
Look in the mirror