Insults will put you down
If you let them
A jibe here
A stab there
But a criticism
Or an inneundo
Like a rotting wInter leaf
Before spring
Can sail away on the wind
If you’re slow to take offense
It’s tiring to be offended
Day after day
An exhausting round
Of mind games
Of word wars
Of battles that can’t be seen
Blood shed covertly
Will hurt just as much
But they know not what they do
Accept failure of others
Even if they can’t keep their hurt in
Long enough
To keep from hurting you
Sometimes, it’s not personal
If a glass falls
Its many shards will scatter
In all directions
And chances are
One or two willl cross your path
But sometimes, it is personal
Smiles and knives have been sharpened over time
And tipped with poison
With you in mind
Perhaps for many years
And expertedly pointed
At your back
For a well aimed
Well planned
Bullseye!
But whether it’s wrong time, wrong place
Or accidently on purpose
You can nurse a slight all day
And all it does is take away
From what is important
To you and your life.
Things In My Head 