Is it my own disdain
That plays make believe
With myself about the
Unsightly behaviors of others
Or a perfectionistic trait
To want the best outcome
For us all
Am I attacked
Or the attacker?
A silent encroachment
A timid lunge
An irritation that
Scratches at the back
Of my head exploding
My mind into what is
Suddenly shattered
Broken in mirror-like
Shards of brightness
Highlighting the darkest
Parts of the back spatter
Of a lifetime of fun
Only outlined, chalked
Crime de la cœur
Two possible explanations
Boredom or voracity
Either way only
Tenderness can find
A way through the maze
Of oversensitivity
A little context in foreign
Castrating remarks
Neither clever or otherwise
Smart enough I
Parry and shirk out the guardrail
Opening up
© GÄ
Poétique 