To The Hypocrite.
You speak nicely, so correct your view to be,
in absolute faith you seem to side with me.
Yet your private contemplation I don't see.
What hidden thoughts bid me misery?
Now you smile ever so encouragingly,
nodding your head like you agree,
yet the frigidity of your eyes on me,
betray your private hostility.
Though your assurance is always friendly,
pretending that you are fully trustworthy,
I see that you are simply lying to me,
knowing you as my adversary.
