Tantrum
Tantrum
Pout?
Pouted?
Pouting?
To waste life…
To press others to your will,
and shockingly, in the end,
find they find less of you
agreeable.
Surprised?
Not very nice?
True.
Would you rather I was gentler?
I could use gloves made of down,
soft feathers at the tips,
and yet still, truth is always…
prickly, spiny, full of needles,
and above all…
painful.
Carry a mirror if you need to.
When the episode occurs…
whip it out and check it out.
Ask yourself…
“Is that me?”
No.
“Is that you?”
No.
Like who’s on first, a very old joke.
Step up, and take responsibility…
for “you” and all the things,
you do to others.
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