You talk to me as if I am your friend.
Seemingly, we have common goals and enemies.
But I wonder if we really do.
What do you truly seek?
Validation or rationalization?
Rubber stamp morality?
Contraband information to bolster your
self-esteem or kindred ties?
My truth and my God are not yours
and yours are most definitely not mine.
Too many years of wariness and duplicity
purl coldly through my mind
things are rarely as they seem
in our family.
(NaPo prompt: write a poem based on a news headline)