HURTFUL EYES


trash

To you, I may be only
A smelly cigar butt
Tossed in the street
With candy wrappers
Miscellaneous detritus
I don’t need your pity
I’d rather be ignored
Than pitied

Don’t offer a helping hand
Draw it away, then sneer
When I stumble and fall
I’ve still got my pride
I’m not here for your
Entertainment
Neither, a jester
Nor, a pawn

For entertainment
Look in the mirror
Outside, you’re a man
But, still a child inside
I pretended to like you
Because, I had to
While deep down
I despised your
Arrogance, and
Disrespect

 

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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