Frantic penmanship
Scars the page
Emotions erupting
Love, pain and rage.
I pour it all out
Colors of blue, red and black
Every single word
That I’ve held back.
Your truths, jotted down
To create a book
Seeing what you refuse to
See when you look.
Your self admiration
You see in the mirror
Is not who you are
When people get nearer.
You’re an inflated ego
With no substance below
But your character will follow
Wherever you go.
When you get comfortable
And your mask falls away
“You’re not what they thought”
is all they will say.
One day I pray
Your reflection will speak
Showing the coward
The man so weak.
The mind convoluted
The narcissist inside
The broken mask
You’ll have nowhere to hide.
For when your truths
Are acknowledged by you
And you see yourself
The way I do
You’ll call my name
Full of remorse
And I’ll put it all down
On paper of course.
RaenellDawn 01/27/2018
