Confrontation

I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend. Being cool as a cucumber is okay for cowards. Pollens cannot always hide themselves within soft flowers. Breaking from established norms is sometimes necessary. Why should minds be wrapped by a pacification airy? Compromises and negotiations do not last long. How long shall we, like logs on river water, shift along? Shouldn't we, first and foremost, to our very selves, belong? Why should our voice always sound like a challenge-less birdsong? Humility, though a virtue, demands questioning too. Within smiles of appeasement, feelings of grudge must not brew. I need not feel I am okay, but you are not okay. I needn't, yet, forget that each one has his or her say... I must adjust when needed; I need not be a doormat. Why should tigers feel as though they're negotiable cats? Confrontations and encounters enable us to bloom. Mere mollification will finally bring one's self-doom...