by Erin
Written October 27, 2006

every insult to my heart
is not necessarily real.
fabricated from my paranoia,
are base personal attacks.
call me too sensitive,
and it will be another.
put me down for pleasure,
you can feel taller than you are.
if bitterness is a flaw,
then why don’t you call me such?
a grudge is a talent
of manifest bitterness.
it is a result of your malign,
that may not even exist.

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