The object of rejection is very sad indeed.
To be loved and well respected is a very human need.
The object often cannot see what stares them in the face.
With a recent introspect, I found that to be the case.
Was it something that I said, or something I had done?
I had no recollection of offending anyone.
I began to listen as I voiced my own obsessions.
Were the comments I called feedback really passive aggressions?
Things I disliked in others became infused in my demeanor.
I focused on your flaws and mine became much keener.
I came to the conclusion I had always been just fine.
Until my focus turned to you…
It’s all your fault, not mine.
I guess the only answer is to keep talking till I drop.
If you say that you’re not listening, I’ll tell your voice to stop.
I’ll remind you often that I know of what I speak.
You’ll become much wiser if it’s my council that you seek.
What did you just say? I should stay out of your dealings?
Now you’ve really done it. You’ve gone and hurt my feelings.
And now for the song of the day…