Hide undercover,
a shadowed dark cape,
drapes the slumped body,
you try to escape.
Spew evil phrases,
if given a chance,
with hopes that victims
join your silly dance.
Repetitive words,
no substance at play.
Ride others coattails,
use people as prey.
Sorry, you feel bad
forced to hide your face.
Maybe one bright day,
your heart will find grace.
Till that day arrives,
eat sweet humble pie,
focus on yourself,
look within your eyes.
Find where you fall short
where ego can hide.
Then pick yourself up,
gain authentic pride.
The pain that you cause,
does not gleam your shine.
Try changing your ways
so you may feel fine.
Life offers balance,
each day and all night.
Listen to your soul,
let it twinkle bright.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published June 16, 2021