Self Revelation

So smug with perception,
And lacking in anything,
Disappointed with myself,
I don't dance anymore.

Reason and compassion,
Had it all hidden meaning?
A wolf with treachery,
I don't trust anymore.

The blood that is in me,
Is it tainted to blame?
A scapegoat or fraud?
I don't love anymore.

Disgusted and disappointed,
Only to look within,
It hurts as I must,
Be unforgiving once more.

by Hugh Blackwood Cron

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