Adjust - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Adjust

It would be nice if, just once,
You thought of someone who
Is not you. Not that there’s anything
Wrong with the way you impose
Your damage on those who are
Required to love you, pause.
It’s clear to everyone but you
How you feel about yourself.
Don’t do a thing, everyone else
Will adjust, bend, break.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer