A Clockwork Vantage Point

My motions are too meaningful,
It seems, when I express
The symbols in an action goal
That would before depress.

With past deeds’ impact, filters rose;
Sight of a pessimist.
With pain before suspicion grows;
Strict measures to insist.

Though I can say a harmless thing,
It could mean something worse,
Since hate beneath my words did sing,
Exploding, then I’d curse.

So common gestures, not a threat,
Reside in others’ deeds.
But it could mean much more is set
When I would plant my seeds.

A lack of trust is then endured.
Their peace? Me in their scope.
To deviate with just a word
Can show a villain trope.

The consequence of all their pain,
Is motion that’s suppressed.
But why then use what is insane;
A state of mind obsessed?

I need to be so vigilant;
What got me here before.
But would you trust a sycophant
Whose heart is like a whore?