marks: the essence of you
what’s that smile on your face for
it doesn’t seem genuine
what do you tell me nice things for
I’m not too shallow to see
you’re not earnest, this much I know
you let out important facts
one nice exchange, and before i know it
I’ll get stabbed into the back
you’re threatened by my knowledge
my approach on life confuses you
it’s easier to live with integrity
than constantly evading truths
are you afraid if you’re yourself
you’ll no longer be accepted
not being able to touch your soul
is all that I’ve been regretting
not yet my enemy, no longer friend
your attacks cut very deep
but know, I heal and prevail
and one day you shall see
the essence of you
will bear the marks
of my enduring presence,
long after I’m gone
