When the Table Turns
You see the speck in my eyes
But in yours, a log stares out in disguise.
You always point a finger
And my dilemma is the trigger
For you to always judge me.
Your words hunt down
My pride and esteem to the ground.
Words that spike souls
And hurt hearts.
All you do is judge me!
When the table turns
And the same fire burns
You to make life bitter
Would you do better?
When the table turns
And the same pain pierces
to put you on the spotlight
How well would you fight?
When the table finally turns
And you wear my shoes
How far would you go?
Copyright © Esther Kalu | Year Posted 2020
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