A Coward

I look into the mirror

And stare down at 'me'.

Searching for an ounce of courage,

Way below, as far as I could see.

On my way down

I pass by many memories.

Where I feel I could have done something.

Times when I could have been brave,

Gallant and ruthless.

One who spoke without fear

And acted without thought of consequence.

I guess I am a coward,      

I've always been one I think!

I could crush a skull in my fists,

But I meekly shook hands instead.

I could stare them down with boiling eyes,

I chose to lower my eyelids instead.

I could have broken a jaw when they laughed,

I chose to ignore the smirks instead.

I chose to praise them

When they despised me.

I gave them my chair

When I was treated like a dog.

For, there is no bravery in revenge,

You have to have a heart to forgive.

I guess I'll be a coward among the heartless

And that's the way I'll always be.