Pity

“Beware, beware, be skeptical, of their smiles, their smiles, of plated gold. Deceit so natural. ’Cause a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning...”

~ Set it Off “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing”

The caress of a smile

Around my lips

Be careful of the razor thin lips

That surround your lies

Be careful of the eyes

That pry away your soul

Be careful of the rough hands

Tearing you away from yourself

Be careful of love,

Because love is a lie.

Be careful of your weakness

Because it will be exploited

And be careful of the smiles

That judge you with liquid pity

Pity is like wine,

You get drunk on it,

But it kills you

The kind of kill that bleeds into

Intoxicating smiles

The crushing pain of smiles with bared teeth,

Sharp teeth

Bite into your happiness until

You bleed pity.

Beware pity, it’s a wild goose chase

Leading you out of your comfort zone

Taking you to the next level,

To navigate between

The true and the false

Who cares?

Is it the doctor who looks at you with the look

“You poor soul.”

Or is it the friend who laughs with you,

Even when your laugh is superficial?

Does it matter?

Beware of the

“It’ll be okay.”

Beware “I’m sorry.”

Sorry is a bandaid.

Bandaids don’t fix razor blade

Cuts in your wrist.

Nothing fixes them,

Nothing but truth and true smiles,

So rare these days.