Hath never a query been breathed to you in jest?
   Put forth to make you ponder what lies beneath
the askers  unrest?

   Deceit doth your eyes portray through
the bewildered mask you display
                    Such subterfuge hides not the pulse
                        exposing shameful beatings 
          whilst thine own heart, in return, you betray

The worth you imagine when reflecting who you are
Mirror image of dirt maybe less
   Crippling your loves capacity   
  and your fragile esteem to abscess.

       Dearest to you are the insults and curses
one gave you with harm as the only intent.
       With reverence you hold that stigma  
and affront any complement with contempt.