Looking In From Without Poem by Kathlene Ann

What's going through your head and heart are clear.
It's obvious to me that you're not sincere.
I know you're just trying to give them hopes
From which they will later hang by ropes.
You feed their dreams, act like you care,
Only so in the end they will despair
To find that all their prospective joy
Was nothing more than your cruel ploy.
You know that what you do is wrong,
But your guilt can never last too long.
Anger and self-pity must ensue
To eat away any lessons your conscience might teach you.
You soak happily in your own bath of pain
As you think about the object of your greatest distain.
Feeling bad for yourself, for the sins you've committed
Since you will never, have never, ever admitted
That the hopes that you crush and the lies that you tell
Are your choice to control. You don't have to dwell
On your meaness and baseness and think that you're vile.
You could easily make your existence worth while.
Instead, though, you choose the easy way out,
Enjoy what fleeting contentment you can without
Building relationships strong and true
And acting the way that your heart tells you to.
If I can see all this from the outside, tell you,
Why can't you let go of denial? Start anew?
Don't make others suffer so you can wallow in regret.
Free your loved ones and we all might find happiness yet.