Don’t mistake my smile as acceptance
It’s my default to get through life
And weed out strangling vines
That causes all the strife.
Don’t mistake my sugar for sweetness
That’s folly through and through
If I’m always perceived as sweet
That doesn’t bode well for you.
Don’t mistake civility for meekness
I’ve read the social contract
To get along, you go along
My motives are that exact.
So go your way and I’ll go mine
My framework now is listed
If I treat you like a stranger
Just know you got it twisted.