(at the end of poem)
You probably hate me, don’t you?
And think I’m not as smart as I used to be
I can see it in your eyes even if
You thought I don’t see as well as I used to see
Its hidden deep but there's a spark
Behind the fake laugh and menacing teeth
A passing glimmer of the hatred
You can't hide that you feel for me
You think I'm ugly, don't you?
You think I'm not as nice as I used to look?
You try and hide your feelings
But I can read your obvious lies like a book
I must admit, I am older
And have grown colder and might’ve just shook
Trying to look my very best
But who are you to become such a crook
To try and take away the one thing
That I thought would be years
Before it would finally start to be took, ugh.
You think I'm stupid, don't you?
You probably think I never once saw or had thought
You thought that I was an idiot
That could easily be wrote off or easily got
Despite my mumbling
And stumblings, my mind is something often saught
After by many wishing that what comes natural to this native
Could be taught
You think I'm stupid
But that's only cause that’s the context clues I brought and you caught
I probably hate you, don't I?
Or I probably wouldn't do the things that I do
I wouldn't think I'm too smart to do
Whatever I want and whatever you want me to
I’d probably stop and wonder
What it is that I actually ever saw in you
To ever convince myself that
There's a reason I should ever think you were true
I'm not a people person but out of those I actually hate
You're one of the few.
I think you're ugly.
Ugly as sin cast forth out in the open of a God-fearing light
Ugly as your intentions
When you first wormed your way into my sight
You're about as ugly as the day
The angels turned their back on their Godly plight
As ugly as that day and as ugly
As the ensuing fight
You think I'm ugly?
Hell, I know you’re ugly
And I know you know that I'm right
I think you're stupid.
Too smart without a drop of common sense
Quick to cast aside advice
As just some judgement trying to cause some offense
You’re stupid for thinking you could
Live your entire life just riding the fence
And not pick, choose, and decide
On who's side your truth lies and who's defense
You'll be fighting for.
Are you Hell bound?
Or Heaven sent?
Titled: A Recollection of a Reflection