When I speak, do you believe?
Or do you think its an ace up my sleeve….do you pre-emptively critique?
I see the doubt run across your face, soon as words come through my mouth,
I see you turn to the south, and the breath I expend dilutes to a mist, disappearing without a trace.
I close my eyes and shake my head, at that mistrusted mind,
Don’t worry your far from one of a kind, that hasn't believed what I've said.
It's as if lies control my jaw, and the words that are uttered form solely into fabrication,
Why is it that whatever I say has a false connotation, tell me what it is you thought you saw?
I tell and I beseech that what I say is true, but you still wont accept,
That I have many wonderful secrets kept, and can all be felt and advantageous to you,
You need only sacrifice the comfort from your smile, and then you can be sure,
That its you I adore, though the expression you wear would implicate me to be reviled.
I tell you that words can't describe my abilities, and that merely actions would surely suffice,
But it's this previous truthful advice, that cause the inaudible ears to create the thought of unbelieveability.
So what do I do at such an instance? Nothing, but move on, and if those desire to indulge in such splendor,
Then and only then will my gift be rendered, those that do will have no ability nor desire to offer any such resistance.