If truth be known by honesty,
The world might see a lesser me
For candor comes not sweetly slanted;
Facts learned, I do not take for granted.
What belongs to the World looks much smaller in worth
Than the people and gifts deemed a right of my birth.
This guilt still sets my heart aflame
When others try to point and blame.
I see myself as kind and gentle;
In truth, I'm only sentimental.
What the looking glass spots, my own pride may reject;
And the World surely knows my own guilt is neglect. |