Oh give me words to explain
my father to you, to the world,
to everybody; it breaks my
heart when he is attacked
on the ground of false rumours
that were spread about him;
I’m crying in my helplessness
to defend him; you just don’t
listen to what I say, I refuse
to talk to you as long as you
insist on degrading him to
a state lower than Heathcliff,
as long as you persist in
clinging to the false illusions
created by his Catherine;
you decried her as irrational –
yet insist on perpetuating her
lies, cannot you see the
inconsistency of your own
mind?
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inconsistency-of-your-own-mind/
