That Smirk

There is a smirk upon your face
That tells a story
But it is not happiness
You posses no regret nor pretense
You live a life of hurt and smile
You must be some kind of monster
To possess such evil guile
Yes I know, I am opinionated
But in the kingdom
There is a principle
That you need to understand
To serve all, the first shall be last
I've seen what you are
You follow the wrong path
Every thing you do leaves scars
Your friends even wonder out loud
Who is he to pour down wrath
You are not righteous
You are petty
You are not a god
You are a small man