Bad People
Bad people are on the loose,
I know of them
they know of me.
They wear masks
and call these their faces.
I see them looking at me
in mirrors,
reflected in shop windows.
Bad, bad people everyone.
Some days they show up
as you and I,
but you know we are the same
bad news.
Good people shun them
as I do
when I catch myself
staring
into my Lookingglass eyes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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