The things you claim to see
Are you pointing to something about yourself?
Or are you pointing the finger at me?
Don’t let your anger control you
Nor let the bitterness sink in
A life is not defined in a momentary glance
It’s what’s on the inside
It’s how we use what’s within
Turn up the heat
Put my feet to the fire
Are you the authority
To place your moral grounding higher?
And look at today
What was it for you
That made your fear and anger stay?
Was it in your past?
Spark a memory of defeat?
Turn your back on the world?
Hide behind the face of deceit?
How is it we fall?
The heart captured, sour and depleat
Are you getting any better?
Does it make your life complete?
The older I get
The less I know, the more I see
One idea comes to mind
I once thought other people thought like me
It’s attachment of negativity
The emotional articulation of pain
Results in the dimming of perception
The reflection of light in a mind that wanes
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