Cross and Pass

People can preach support,

pretend that they’re present,

act as though they actually care.

Wear the costume of bright yellow and orange

of someone kind

emulating the brightness of the sun.

But a disguise is always different

from the person below.

The bright colors come off,

overcome by the dark blackness

oozing from within

who mutters and whispers

small cruelties behind your back,

preaching judgment of you to others

instead of looking at you directly.

I wish I could still be surprised

when I cross this bridge for the dozenth time.

Passing by another person as they look away

then going our separate ways.

But oh well, we’re all the same

choking on our own poison

then splattering it out everywhere.

People always show their true colors

sooner or later.