(A poem written from a prompt as part of last year’s April PAD Challenge from the good folks at Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘Not as they Appear’ poem.)
Behind a Clouded Mind
You talk such a big game,
But I can see the secret shame
Behind those scathing sneers,
I see you and all your fears.
You spout all your notions,
Caring not for our emotions,
Finding fault in everyone,
Create conflict if there is none.
You judge us all up and down
Or self-loathing would drown
You in your cesspit of sadness,
So you nit-pick us all to madness.
I see how small you really are,
You act like you don’t care,
But I know inflicting this pain
Is all that keeps you sane.
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