Rotten To The Core Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON

There are no answers -
I cannot find reason -
What do you hide beneath the surface of your -
Well polished, false, hard, and very cold exterior?
What I now see is obvious weakness – no stability –
Crumbling with the weight of lies, and a saddened sense of self-belief.
Your soul is empty.
You are pathetic.
You had to restructure the reality of your complete person
In hope others would view your ideal self-perception.
Your now, very obvious act, no longer fools anyone,
You have become completely transparant
You not only look bad from the outside,
Now we can all so clearly see that,
You are rotten to the core.

March 11th 2006