Behind My Composure

You envy my skill
the way I write
but I envy your beauty
You know this true
Of me, you see Ugly
With it you spit words of scorn
You tear my heart, this pride, kill a soul
then you will long forgiveness
to which you will not have
for you only look for me to attend
to your guilty wombs, you only seek
that so imperfect self
You crave an earth bound flesh