Diaphanous

Like an open book I read you as soon as I saw your tattered cover

believing you have integrity but you’re just like all the others;

while in person your face masquerades as if you’re amicable

but behind their backs your actions are nothing but despicable.

As though we don’t know how you really are; so obvious to us all

you think big of yourself, but in reality you’re nothing but small.

Diminutive in mind, short sighted and miserable

trying to shift blame; your actions make you culpable.

When it comes time for you to truly make your stand

you disappear like an ostrich sticking it’s head in the sand

oblivious that’s your excuse; you truly have no back bone

and when they need your backing you’re nothing but gone.

To err is to be human, but you take it as a personal slight

instead of responding as a professional you react out of spite;

no apology can be accepted; since forgiveness isn’t in you

keep it inside and wait until you get even, that’s what you do.

You act like you care but we know inside you don’t care one bit;

playing as if a victim and too blind to admit you’re really the culprit.

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