Little book of Thoughts

Games in the shadows

People who speak ill behind my back,
Then act sweet, as if I don't know that—
They’re unaware the wind has whispered to me:
"Beware! Beware!" it warned, and now I see.

I know their words, but I stay quiet,
I don't confront, I don't incite.
I play along, act kind, unchanged,
But all the while, I know their game.

Yes, I know their game.