Why is it,
Do people choose to degrade others...
From hidden cracks and crevices?
To then slither away unseen,
Like spineless creatures...
Eventually to be discovered in the midst,
Of any initiated conflict that is created...
With a doing to then appear in broad daylight,
To profess how someone they have betrayed...
Seems to be sensitive to an intentional wickedness,
They try to masquerade with an innocence...
Easily accepted by those 'solicited' to defend them,
And the doing of their ways those too duped to notice..
But will remain amused by the excuses they use.
'Why is it you are never the one to fault,
When someone 'randomly' picks you to mentally abuse? '
And the act of childish innocence begins!
~I don't know.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem