My Inner Self
Do I reflect, each and every day,
Do I remain calm, come what may.
Or are my insides ugly, and eaten up.
Each day do I drink, a bitter cup.
Do I have, an axe to grind.
Or am I , always loving and kind.
Do I show to the world, a different me.
Put on a front, for them to see.
When talking about people, do I mind if they can hear.
Or do I hope, that they are nowhere near.
Am I greedy, selfish and haughty,
Bad mannered, with words that are naughty.
Do I swear and curse and shout,
And always throw, my weight ...