If looks could kill; I’d be Paul Pot.
Easy mellowed facade I’m not.
I’m a lot & my cup is full.
So many faces I can pull.
A real one said, “Don’t eyebrow me.”
An exact nutshell where I be.
Heart’s on my sleeve & also brow.
Shows what I’m thinking in the now.
I don’t lie; so it’s silence or truth.
Silence betrayed by eyeballs’ sooth.
Nor, does slick anger get my goat.
I don’t let base feels out my throat.
Open book; by nature, not choice.
Deceit’s naked upon my voice.
Wild reactions & aggressions…
Live & die within expressions.