Behind the defiance, a cold, empty space;
And I see it under the sneer on your face.
You say I’m irrelevant, dust on a shelf,
But with every word, you’re indicting yourself.
You rail you’re in charge and yourself you control,
But inside, you desperately long to be whole.
You veil with dismissal, and flip disrespect,
But your words reveal discontent you reflect.
While treating what’s good with eye rolls and disdain,
I see you attempting to hide from your pain.
The mocking, the sideways remarks made with glee –
But I know the target is not really me.
I’m not the real problem; I just play a part.
I’m merely a mirror reflecting your heart.
And it is not judgment that creates these rhymes
It’s sad resignation that these are the times.
And while the throng cheers at this upside-down world,
I’ll gladly take all of the insults when hurled.
It’s not condescension that creates this verse;
It’s fear of the truth that’s behind every curse.
For anger and apathy oftentimes hides
The emptiness that in a cold heart resides.
So I’ll take the bruises and every harsh blow
Because in the end there’s a comfort I know.
That even though now we may call darkness light,
The story’s not over, and truth wins the fight.
Yes, I’ll be a scapegoat if that’s what you need,
And inside I’ll pray that someday you’ll be freed.