She always masks her mind for fear of letting people see
The silent calls for help among the repeated insults,
A hypocritical mind that asks not to judge but judges nonetheless
The ones who she needs to save her the most.
Why is it that we belittle those who do us no harm
Who only watch on innocently unaware
Of the hidden reality that we pride ourselves on masking?
Why is it that we call them uncaring
When it is we who cloak reality so flawlessly
That we ourselves have come to believe it?
Why are we hypocritical?
Why can’t we see?
Perhaps we see but do not care,
The ultimate hypocrisy,
For how can they care about us
When we care not for ourselves?