Boldface

Here I'm stuck

in a boldfaced lie-

underlined, italicized

no one can deny.

Destructive forces

protrude from meek whispers,

painful whispers,

through which

suffering is indued.

Lies, boldfaced lies

from me to you

underlined, italicized,

only deception is imbued.

How to Say Sorry

I don't need your criticisms

I'm hard enough on myself.

All I need is a little smile,

there's really nothing else.

Every attempt to humble myself,

you grind me in the the ground

as though somehow you're assisting me

when I've already taken a pound.

My helpful acts and careful words

inflict your own self-glory;

but something that I hope you learn is

how to really say "sorry".