Who Are You? (A Poem)

Who Are You?

You look at me

And you talk to me, like a friend.

You wait until my back is turned to you

To raise that point and bayonet me as quickly as you can.

I worked on myself,

I tried,

I was honest about who was.

But you can’t really see someone’s face

Until all the lights are turned out

And there’s no more filters.

In this obscurity, I have seen you.

I have been cruel, and cold in my past

There still remains a difference between honesty and cruelty.

To be the person to assimilate and mutilate the beings around you,

There’s no comeback from that.

Who are you?

Out of curiosity I ask you, Who are you?

Because you’re not honest, you’re not sweet

And you are not so kind.