I'm not Wacko; I'm Wonko. Wonko the Sane

Even amidst amber skies,
Infuriating,
He pushes me on to my grave,
with the crowd cheering on.

"Make him kill himself!"
"Make him break something else!"
"Make him break his bones!"
"But for an encore, LET HIM LIVE"

You always do that, don't you?
You allow me to be happy- to expect something good.
Get me as optimistic as possible,
and then throw me off the mountain You made me build.

No, to all readers, this is not the 'she' you always read about.
For my foe looks at me from behind his shield. He looks on, evil hatred, resentment.
His evil audience, cheering on, he carries on the punishment.
It is not enough to cry it out when you are incapable of the act.

Lost the battle for power