Deceit

I dance with Pride as affirmations dear

To me fall upon our unsteady waltz,

Who whispers sweet deceptions in my ear,

And like a crowd who cheers not seeing fault.

I weave my worth with warm words wound by those

Who barely understand the depths of me.

Please add your opinions to my loom’s clothes,

For which my identity is the key.

Yet in my dance with Pride, artillery

Is fired at me, puncturing my joy.

Rude words so vile from tongues cause jittery;

Wobbling in that foolish mirage I toy.

How do I know the truth from what I feel?

I’ll blindly follow what they say is real.