Incapable to confess them faced,
Insecurities to eliminate.
One by one done.
To become erased.
Issues dumpers live more to imitate,
A being above scrutiny.
No matter from where,
Or how positive the critique.
Since this to hear spoken,
They can not accept nor receive.
Unable with an ability,
To examine what they do.
Or what affect this has on others.
The ones they demean.
And pass judgement on too!
Many are the issue dumpers.
Dependable to defend,
Their selfish acts without a thought...
Of making an excuse using alibis.
As to who it is they choose to abuse.
To then needlessly over react.
Becoming foolishly sensitive about it.
Or 'perceive' to have been picked,
Purposely to be victimized personally.
"For the life of me,
I don't have a clue...
As to why they got all bent out of shape.
This is what I do.
No one else has complained.
If they don't like it,
That ain't my problem."
What IS your problem? -
I don't have one.
God knows I have made that obvious! "
And very obvious you have made it.-
Topic(s) of this poem: issues
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