Sunday, September 29, 2013

V. 2, #184: September 29, 2013

I know that on the outside I might seem
the sort of man who never causes strife.
Well-mannered, kind, the sort who'd never dream
of hurting anyone. A pretty wife,

two kids (yes, one of each) who are polite
and never show their elders disrespect.
A steady job, home every single night--
a good man, if a little circumspect.

And yet, I could accuse me of such deeds
as Christian men should quake to call by name;
reveal a monster in my mind that bleeds
rage without cause, and deceit without shame;

You'd gasp at what I hide, if you but knew.
But then, I bet it's just the same with you.

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