Their eyes dance as they tell
The criticism
And me, I stand in awe
Of their gift of judgment
The others stand unharmed
And lean in close to hear
The lies, the truth-sounding lies
Deception and manipulation, the keys
To the doors of their own little hell
The devil's sweet smile on their faces
do tell
The only defense to sound defensive
in the heart of the wicked game
they say my name
But little do they know
they'll be put to shame
So I'll just grow stronger
Backbone made of steel
the light I've been given
Imagine, it's so real
Until the end of my time
When they've all had their fill
And I get to go home
Mercy rain on me still
Most of my writing ranging from poetry, short stories and essays to blog posts, product descriptions and articles. Scroll down to see five posts per page and use the menu on the right to find more!
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