The Truth Is

Composed 5/21/15
Description: Sometimes we want something… but really we don’t.

I desire to dislike you
I dream of your demise
I fantasize of your shortcomings
Your angry voice, your lies
I long to smirk, outsmart you
To bow to awed applause
I want to see you back away
When I reveal my claws

But the truth is I don’t know you
Perhaps your eyes are not disguise
I’d rather be seen as your friend
Than one hated, criticized
I don’t want that guilt held in my chest
When I speak those fiery words
I’d rather just reach out and bless
To feel peaceful and secure

Because the truth is I don’t know you
And karma is our ruthless fate
So I will always accept you
After all
We each make mistakes