Follow the Leader

Guilt, as it stands,

Has grown on me,

Erupted through my epidermis

Like a blemish, an imperfection,

A tumor.

Benign, so they say,

And it's soon to go away,

After maybe a day,

Maybe two, or ten, or

However long it may take --

But what they say

(Let it be or as it may)

Builds onto this cancer

And it's tearing me down.

"Upside down," they warn,

Is how I should wear my frown.

As if their name is at stake.

Please excuse my unforgivable

Lack of empathy.

But don't forget that you're the ones

Who get tense with me

And act as if I'm too dense to see

Right through your ever-present

Transparency.

Let, however, the word be spread

That my contempt is frail

And my hope is dead.

But have no worries and

Retain no concern,

Because from what I can discern,

Your pity parties

Are tiresome and time-consuming;

The false apologies

And tears turned dry

Sink heavy on your faces

While you attempt to lie.

Try, next time, to see past the fault,

Bring your mirror with you.

You set the example

And we're all waiting to slip up again.

Follow the leader is my favourite game.