It Is Not Something You Did
So much anguish
So many tears
For no good reason
We look her way
Knowing she is the cause of it
Wishing she could be different
She chooses her own meanness
Slathering it on like honey butter
Rolling in the aftermath
Sadly, uncaring about what she is doing
Many do not understand it is not something they have done.
It is her unique way.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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