Fear creeps in
Not loud
Not in gaudy colors
Not with a business card
  Nor credentials
But silently
As a friend
As a protector
As a mentor
As a teacher
  An adept thief
“I'm here to help you.”
“I'm here to protect you.”
“I'm here to teach you.”
“I'm here to console you.”
“I'm here to justify your:
  anger
  injustice
  resentment
  bitterness
  justification
Fear makes you feel righteous,
“There, there…”
it creeps in further
“You are so right…”
the vines tighten
“How dare they”
the roots deepen
“You should…”
black flowers bloom,
of self-righteousness,
  hatred,
  bitterness,
with a smell that is distinct-
the lack of forgiveness.
Fear creeps in
Its choking vines
At first
Feel comforting
Some will die
Others will never escape…