Looking through a magnifying glass
Trying to understand how I Function
Figuring if you can comprehend my thought process
Than you have me all figured out
I really do hate to disappoint but,
Your Wrong.
Your tongue waits
wielding mendacioness, ready to strike
Your words sting,
A miasmal plague on our holy essence is the bi-product.
But I do forgive, and i do carry on
For I am no fool
I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
And
Only I can judge me.