You glare at me through a dismissive gaze, as if you have triumphed over me and my inadequacies, like you know me on some personal level.
Disquised as truth you size me up as though I were the most basic equasion, less than one and empty as zero.
From an underlying angle, you remind me of every uncertainty that has ever dared stand between me, my passion, and all my reasons for keeping the faith.
I suppose you’ll always try testing my courage, because it’s what you do.
(Random thoughts by g.d.grace)