the kindness of strangers

Crabby.
Oh I've been so crabby.

What makes me so crabby?

You.

Oh yes, dear, it's you.




Your poorly crafted pouty comments
the time you left me hanging when your friend
was trying to scam me
the lies you tell to keep me in your corner
when you've never really been in mine
your misuse of words that we should all already know how to use.
the words "you know what you need to do" ascribing motives to me or to others
and using your defenses as offenses
and talking out your ass
when all you're doing is buying time because you don't really know what you're doing either
when things could be so much easier if only you were softer and kinder and calmer.