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
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.
