Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Superficial Impressions

The concern comes over me,
needles me in my good nature,
leaving behind the framework
for the frivolous to rip apart
with the fury of a savage.

I am not a contestant
of your flawed perception.

I never asked for the verdict
you projected on me.

Why do I worry about your image of me,
when I couldn't possibly see inside your mind
to get a glimpse of it anyway?

Thoughts are what they are,
opinions without a voice
and some should stay unspoken.