everyone wishes you well to your face


behind your back however other tales may be told

what creatures of spite and envy we truly are

what self-serving assholes hungering for

another's fall to raise themselves up in esteem


oh I tell them off in no uncertain terms

and I can only imagine what monstrous character

will emerge from their gross vengeful gossip


even those who are more balanced in their telling

may relate about me a more human picture

it's all well and good to see yourself

as others see you

but others...but everyone...sees what they want to see

and how well does anyone know themselves?


yours are the eyes eyes with which you see

yours the only ears with which you hear

the only road you can walk is the one that opens right before you


and disregard all well-wishing

and whether gracious in your response or not


that is all you can do

you are a mystery even to yourself...




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