Oh, how I hate to see your reflection,
Buried in my poetic expression.
What gives you the right to suddenly appear,
When you’ve already confirmed my deepest fear?
Your interpretation of honesty is made up of only lies,
What were you afraid of… my tendency to despise?
That would be irrational, that is not a part of me.
At least not a part that you will ever see.
You will remain where you are at,
Mixed emotions and all of that.
After all, it’s for the best…
You’re the same as all the rest.
Feathered Pens 