They Think

They think they know

As they always do.

Anticipating.

Questioning everything.

They stare

With hate in their eyes,

Degrading

My character

As if they had witnessed

Hidden secrets.

 

They brand me a liar,

Strike me

With their angry words.

Tormenting.

Criticizing.

 

They think they know me,

Who I am

And where I have been.

Plucking these words

From the paper

Twisting them into their own,

Building a pedestal

For themselves.

 

False accusations

From

An overactive

Imagination.

Fueling their need

For more

I weave my own

While they weave theirs.

Losing the battle

Desperate

To fulfill the only thing

That can tame

This.-