I sat.
Staring.
Not caring.
The mental images flaring.
As, if they could consume what's misunderstood.
The lines of your face.
Tears erased.
Times honored and faults laid.
This is my fate.
To be hated,
uncelebrated,
annoyed and forever instigated.
Just see and be infuriated.
J.M.
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