I Saw What You Did

And I see that look
on your face telling
me that you know

that I know. An
inside-out look, one
the mirror should

glare at you, but you
cast at me instead
as if to blame me

for your misdeed,
your weak character,
your untrustworthiness. I

imagine you thinking
back to when you first
learned values, right

from wrong. To the
people who taught
you, whom you must
loathe, as expressed

in your efforts
at disappointing
them. I see in you

an unhappy child
in grown-up clothes
who can't get enough

of the things you don't
want to have to earn
like us little people. I

wonder if you are the
devil and I have been
mistakenly sentenced to hell.