The Inner Truth

by Elin Worsley

My sparks shine brightly,
At least that's what people think.
But I walk blindly,
And my eyes are pink.

They don't dare to look at the inner truth,
Ignoring what walks right in plain sight.

Why don't they care?
Why don't they see?
Just sit there and glare,
And soon you'll plea.

I'll forgive you now,
And you'll fight once more.
Blame me for now,
And slam the door.

Why do I care?
Why forgive you?
You've had your share,
I'm done with you.