You're aloof ain't ya, as you reflect upon your imagined sophistication.
You flatter yourself into thinking that you're cynical when in truth you're only conceited.
You disapprove everything I do so you will always discourage me.
I get it.
You're eager to propel yourself with disgust driven doubt as you saunter by on the high horse of feigned indifference.
You leer because you can't differentiate between your jealous disdain and the obstinate, scornful sarcasm that you snarl out between stubborn sneers.
I should resent you but I don't care to risk my equanimity.
© 2010 Thornton Krell - 11/19/10