Am I to be perceived as vain?
Since I try to avoid more pain,
Caused by your mocking and your stares,
By your giggles and your glares,
Your insults and your sneers,
And your harsh words used over the years.
Does this make me vain?
Hoping to stay clear,
Of the derision and the fear?
Things caused by you,
The same ones who should label me now,
Whose kind words are few,
And whose insults are lowbrow.
Now I perceive you as the harsh judge,
The one who holds an unnecessary grudge,
The critic looking to pounce on every flaw,
The wolf waiting at the door.
Now around you I am shy,
Does this really make me such a vain guy?