My word does not then stand up to your own,
And proof remains required of my skill.
You base my worth on tests and drills alone,
While I remain in question, waiting still.
It's not that there's a gap I must fulfill
Within my gasping heart, crying for trust.
Oh no, it rests on me to fight and kill
For your own pleasure, for unconquered lust.
But why is this world more and more unjust?
And why can you not see me in my eyes?
There is much truth behind all we discussed,
And still you will mistake my words for lies.
You cannot put your faith just where you should
Because you won't believe man to be good.
postscript
Spenserian Sonnet for Crowns of Sonnets' February Sonnet Challenge, day eleven: [link] This ain't Mayberry anymore. And rightly, though sadly, so.