Offense

You take
That which is not given you
Then you loathe
The one you took it from

Life seems too busy
To spend so much
On something that exists
Only in your mind

It's because of people like you
That others must examine
Everything they say
Until they say nothing at all

Let's assume for a moment
That it was intended
A wise man would still
Consider it benign

Look not to others
For the source of your angst
But deep within
Where it all begins

Cerra Hawkins