The Other Shoe

People treat me kindly —
But that’s what they always do;
Then backs are turned, and suddenly,
The worst they always knew.

But I never did, and to this day
It’s more than I can imagine
For cruelty to be child’s play;
For every harm to be planned to happen.

Yet you believe it so devoutly —
And who am I to you?
I am a child playing carelessly;
I wait to be a monster too.

Hypothetical

There’s so much I don’t know
And a rule left unspoken
Not to burst a bubble
Hitherto unbroken

There’s a limited array
Of behaviors that I’ve seen
They tell me people are polite
Until the moment they turn mean

So I don’t know what’s paranoia
And what’s a grain of truth
But I pre-live every moment
I face the folly of my youth.

Real

I can’t say that it’s on you;
I know it’s me who steps aside.
You can’t police my panic,
And I can’t talk straight while I hide.

Maybe I am simply manic,
And you’re the normal one who has to deal.
Yet anytime that I am asking questions,
You’re the one who can’t be real.

Who Is She?

Daily writing prompt
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

I can’t contend with the presumption
Your delusion’s only yours
If you stopped to think, you’d know the answer
But no, you’re just too bored

In your mind, there must be someone
And you write in a she
You don’t seem to think about the past
And what it means to me

I know you can’t see all my failures
Or look straight into my heart
But you only glance from your perspective
And it tears me apart.

Heroic Legacy

Make them ready,
Make them wise;
Sprinkle stardust in their eyes.
Watch over them,
And steady them,
For soon the dark will come again:
All ground beneath us falls,
And elven woods and faerie lakes
Grow black as dwarven halls
When the heroes’ time is come again.
Watch the earth
And watch the skies;
Let nothing come as a surprise.
Let their innocence
Be not ignorance,
For they’re our first and last defense;
Our answers to their whys
Our fates, and very lives,
And everything, decides.