Compound Problem

Underneath my scaly skin is an egomaniac, just like you
There's a person that cannot be told otherwise
That will utter every word with diction
I wear my smile like a crown
With teeth too sharp
To allow sincerity to show through
There's a person that will say nothing of unimportance
That will wait for the precise moment to say
What will kill you where you stand
I am no one to be admired
Or granted admittance
To anyone's sympathy
I don't believe in many things
I am partial to that which is solid
Yet there you stand as hard as a stone idol
I wasn't born to kill, but there may come a day
That patience and faith do not stay my heavy hand
That will be the day I fall to my apprehended resolution

Cara Hawkins 11-13-09