Are you happy spreading misery,
distrust what you embrace

More joyful when the skies are dark,
than bright on sunny days

Is truth a tool you wield and fling,
a weapon in your hand

Love what looms and threatens most,
to never understand

Are feelings there for you to trash,
with others left to cry

A promise made but left unkept,
much worse than any lie

When all is said, and all is done,
and everyone looks back

Will you be known for what you were
—that knife in someone's back

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)