‘Excuse me, ’ I said.
‘Sorry, ’ I cried.
‘I was trying to explain. I don’t really care, ’ I denied.
All they could do was look on and shun me with judgements
Accusations
Based on misunderstandings.
‘Let’s cherry pick our fights, ’ they laughed.
‘Let’s base our arguments on the things we feel.’
They do that instead of listening, understanding,
Trying to experience what’s real.
So I stopped my arms mid-air,
Placed my hands in my pockets,
Shook my head,
And walked away.
Life’s too short to give a damn.
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