How May I Use My Quill

How may I use my quill,

For someone's nastiness to reveal.

The universal truth that a foe,

In jackal's dress as a friend.

You never understand me,

I heartfully like people,

And deal with pristine care.

Why couldn't I see your colors

Amidst other snakes in the grass.

Why couldn't I feel the jealousy, 

That was burning inside you.

You must have told me,

I will be away from all that disturbs you.

If you don't really like me as your friend,

Then feel happy to confront me,

Cowardice is not in my blood,

Not even a fool to love you anymore.

I may not withstand your backstabbing techniques,

Cauz I haven't mastered that skill.

Speak out your mind, if you dare,

I never purchase a mask to wear,

 My face and mind still glare,

As my thoughts reflect my face.