Soul Reflection

You prosecute
the innocent,
persecute
the benign.
You sin is reflected
in my eye.

Why
do you stray
from your path,
go out of your way to try
to defile me?

In spite of you
my waters will be
pure, clear, placid
as you splash like a child
deprived of praise.

Fish till I'm barren,
and yet I'll give.
Stir up dirt
but I'll still be clean.

And this ever stagnant pool
will sharply bear
your image
as you grow rabid.

You disdain not me,
but yourself.
Now, face the pain
that burdened me for so long;
accept
that the filthy beast you see in me
is a mere reflection
of your own spoiled soul.