Who Are You?

You hide behind a mask of molded insecurities

A smile, brick by brick, made from the impurities

The ones that dwell in your empty chest, we once had joy,

stopped by the ploy

of your hand, you grope for the hope inside the rest

of us,

that made us believe that we could fly, but you trampled our wings.

Plucked out our plumage, and with every try, made us one of you.

With hopes

that with each new face you could build a mirror, held with frayed ropes, one that

would cast a reflection that you desire to hide the fire, oh we see you.

But there’s a problem.

No bars can contain you. No way to track you, find you, keep you, see you when

you reap and hack into the lives of those that call you “friend.”

Twisted hands reaching from your mouth, your soul a smouldering flame, but no name

can we call you by.

Your words, pulled from the darkest parts of creation, chosen for us.

Restless evil never tires, accusations, imitations, you stand there in the shadows waiting,

waiting, just wanting to point out the limitations that you believe make you superior

to the inferior that you use to spread fear

that would raise the hackles of a hound that manifest

in shackles that you tie to keep us bound.

You built a city upon the rubble, the pain so deep, with all the trouble.

So what’s the gain?

You're the bane of our existence. Your face hidden behind firewalls, fists and towers