Dereck Gibbs - Mean

Nonchalant composure
Carefree words
A scythe, that’s his tongue
Decapitating your pride

Heads get bowed
Voices are lowered
A whip of insults
Ripping away your self esteem

Faces get downturned
Smiles turn to frowns
Sandpaper speech
Rubs your confidence raw

Does he regret?
Does he lament?
Does his heart want to repent?
That itself would be a blessed event

Dereck Gibbs

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