Doubt

Was I wrong to cut you off
So many months ago,
To leave it with a simple text
That said “I told you so”?
Was I wrong to drive away
Before you’d made your peace?
Although, when you had been found out,
You didn’t even try.
Sitting in this quiet place,
With buzzing in my ears,
Has given me much clarity;
It’s also raised some fears.
What if I stay all alone
With none to share my joy?
But you were not a man full grown,
Only just a boy.
I imagined things as better
Even when we were at war.
If I ever feel my doubt,
I’ll remember who you are.

A Farce

I think deep down you know you’re small,
Underneath it all.
The tailored suits, and shiny shoes,
Crisp white pants, and stiff starched shirts,
Manners so well manicured
Hiding all your rage,
That peeks and cracks through gritted teeth
And looks to others like a grin;
Buying friends and loyalty
To cover up your sins.
You told me once, you had more brains
Than all of us combined.
All that did was prove to me,
You don’t believe that lie.
I think deep down you know you’re small,
Underneath it all.