Disculpa

If I thought you'd understand,
I think I'd say I'm sorry,
and I would beg apology
for letting who you are
bring out the worst in me.

Angels of our better nature
can be silenced by our fears,
betrayed by base desires,
and vanquished by a vanity
that turns us into liars.

If I thought that you would get it,
I'd say that I get you:
the imperative of safety,
the urge to hide your weaknesses
from monsters such as me.

But everyone's a bogeyman
when you fear the fiend in you.

Believe the garbage you’ve been sold

and encase yourself in plastic,

lest your true self be told.

Today no new ideas

will gain traction in your mind.
So draw a knife, deny,
let no one testify.
Keep your pretense.

(all defense)

I’ll wish you well

and walk on by.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.