yabs

Though you obviously have love
Freely flowing from your heart
A sense of responsibility
That places you in awkward situations

It is undeniable that somewhere deep
Is a radiant hate that few might see
A tongue that speaks ill at another's absence
A venomous bite that creeps from behind

Strengthened by an army
Of loyal followers
Who at every hint of bitterness from you
Are willing to turn and beat me senseless

I do not deny my evil...
It is apparent, upfront and will not hide
I am as transparent as the thinnest film of nothingness
It is my curse... One I know intimately

And yet you know, that we are both right
Though you may deny or dismiss it
By fronting your selflessness instead of actual love
As I look in the mirror, I am infected by your anger at me.

And so the only thing I see...
Is what you seemingly see in me...

...garbage.