They think you’re drifting
Out of sorts; without direction
They eye you, like a predator eyes prey
They think you’re crumbling
Without a foundation, or footing
And lie in wait for your sure meltdown, every day
They think you’re crashing
Here they come, with words to prick you
Weird critiques; backhanded insults said in jest
Can’t you discern the shade?
They’ve always had an issue
They'd rather that you were a broken, raving mess
They’ve just been waiting for an opening—an angle
To express what they've been pressed--itching--to say
They need a vulnerable crack; a web to tangle
As if they haven't spun a million, anyway
They think that you’re a weakling
Nice, polite— it’s sickening
They’ve kept their bitter comments ready in the chamber
Can’t wait to corner you, and watch your gentle smile fade
Hoping you'll show your other side; collapse in anger
They’re great pretenders
How they sidle up, all friendly
"Are you okay?", and if you are, they don't believe
And now the masks are off, and they are strangely loose-lipped
Thinking you’ll never, ever sense the snare they weave
They think you’re so wounded
That tea they bring, is poison
And if you mourn, with them, no empathy is found
They think you’re stupid
That you walk around with blinders, and aren’t lucid
And they can hardly wait to see you hit the ground
They always questioned the favor you’d been given
They gossipped, coveted, and undermined for years
Hated that you were nurtured, cherished, and love-driven
(Why all the sudden interest now, with how you're living?)
They hoped, by now, surely, you’d be drowning in tears
They think you’re vulberable
Alone, and without safety
But they labor with great misunderstanding
You’re not the least bit interested in what they gatekeep
Nor the tangible remains that they're demanding
They think you’re flound'ring
But you wake, with strength rebounding
Shoo trouble back to the roost from whence it came
With a reminder of who secures your healing
Keeps, guides, directs, and never stops protecting
Who’s consistently and kindly reassuring
Who’s just and faithful, sees your lot—and knows your name
vrwC2026
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