I admire ye for what I despise thee,
Undecided of what is amiss,
My pride or thy prejudice?
Entwined in me, like a climber to the tree
This love, this hate, like the venom of a snake.
Kills me, inside, slowly!
I lack the passion, to hate for a lifetime,
Yet, there’s less reason for me to be considerate,
The lust to ape ye, ephemeral!
Wielding two faces, an albatross burgeoning,
And now I see your multifaceted dimensions,
Just to stand in awe, anguish and disgust!
I ain’t any actor, and I fail to pretend,
And when I see you change accent,
Forgive me, but my temper does swell!
This poison in me, is too compelling,
But my conscience’s mockery is too harsh a shriek,
And this, keeps me,
From becoming weak!