breed

only the greatest seem the worse
see the worst
it's merely a curse
a life of experience
all of these charms
I hold, so generous
to each and all
I call
and beckon the lots
(people that surround me)
and stare uneasily
at this dance of chance
perhaps, of silence
and truth feels
a penance
it should owe to me
as truth owns me
while watching her undeserved penalty
for thoughts too deep
to seep
into the minds of those
truth creeps
hoping they will see
hopefully
an execption to the breed