Colin F. Jones

SELF DOUBT

Is it that I do write so much that you,
Feel lesser than this poet seems to be,
Or is it that you envy what I do,
Simply because I am not you, but me?
It is your own regret which feeds such spite,
Which claims me as a person I am not?
For your false vision never could be right,
For you base it on the envy you have got.
And not just envy, but on your falser guilt,
Which causes you to judge another wrong,
For then the truth from your false face is spilt,
For the words you preach do not fit the song.
We like to think our faith is good and strong,
But it takes more than words to claim that we belong.