The Wise One

a Snarl a Stare a Sneer
from those far and near
some don’t know me
but they Loathe me
because Lies yell in their ear

a Gasp some Gossip a Glance
all caught in this awkward dance
who they Hate
determines their fate
if only they gave me a chance

Triumphant Tough True
they don’t even have a clue
please love yourself
don’t Kill oneself
sometimes i wish they knew

people Hate me this i know
tis themselves they Hate the most
much like a Jail we lock ourselves in Hate instead of cells

by Katherine Kmiecik