All Is Undone

All Is Undone

How do we know what others really think, feel or mean,
they sometimes smile as they plot our downfall,
black thoughts corroding their hearts like acid,
then sometimes their intentions are pure, honest
and it us that look at them
with innocence on our faces but vitriol in our minds,
and when no one is looking, spit venom and hatred
for it is easy to do these things when we aren't being watched,
but how do we know we are not being watched,
that someone is not secretly observing from a distance
or concealed behind a shroud of mystery, anonymity
and quietly chronicling our treachery