people pleaser.

your words caressed

the redness of my cheeks

wiping away

the struggle of human

with a cotton napkin made of compassion.

yet i have to acknowledge

the faux creation of your speech

creates false comfort

for the ignorant

and betrayal

for the knowing.

and at the end of the day

your existence is fondest

to the roaring crowd

who beg and cry

for you to speak the words they want to hear.