Hiding my Critical Stare
Hidden
My faults buried beneath fabrications
Below forged falsehoods I tell even to my own brain
I don’t vision myself denier: my vain dishonesty’s not verbal
Motions won’t mimic my emotions, my mouth betrays meaning
I try to be genuine I try to be sincere I try to be authentic
Tries are traps Do not dictate What we want
Tied up tongue Averted eye Lowered limb
Cannot commit Sinning or lying Only omitting
Nobody ever knows That I think or that I don’t judge gently
I am not compassionate in calm yet crude condemnation of others
Though I might seem meek or modest, my mind is merely arrogant
Can’t compliment to cover it Still I scant speak it to anyone
No façade for faking But a front for my face
No glowing glitter No glistening gold
Plain white plastic Perhaps paper bag
I won’t waste care for what’s seen when you watch
Long as your look loses what’s mine
My critical judging stare
Pointed at you