Cynic

Beware!
Bitterness,
Can foul your soul.
Its brackish taste
Lends acrid flavour
To the sweetest dish.
Twisting smile to sneer
To feed off
Blame and scorn,
As envy and contempt,
Infecting with their bile,
Give jaundiced eyes their proof.
Until,
It turns on itself.
And eats us from within.