Feckless

My mood & my heart are the color of my sleeve.
It is quite hard to hide something morning & eve.

I enter each new room with a fresh face tattoo.
The smile smeared on my face is not meant to fool you.

I enter, exist, take up space & do my best.
Though, in your funless eyes, I’m wrong even at rest.

Let’s rattle everyone & shove them together.
Hope empathy’s present inside of shared weather.

It is not a defense against how cruel you’ve been.
You won’t see your error…so, you’ll make it again.