The Worst of Me

I sit across from you and watch the smile on your face taunt,
So cheeky it has been this entire day, so hard with yourself you’ve fought,
The glaring truth of the matter is that you’re struggling to be what you’re not,
You’re fighting demons that you believe already won!

I am only looking in the mirror at the train wreck that I am,
A century of instalments of half a man would be better than millenia of me in a lump sum,
You being across from and cross with me only helps to confirm,
That my voice is an aggravating choice where I’m wanted mum.

I’m yours to frown upon indefinitely,

Evans Mbora Campbell.
The Worst of Me

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