Respect

You make me stare, want my attention
But what you get is grief and tension.
You don’t deserve my piece of mind
Yet you still grab it, though not kind.

My kindness well has dried out for you.
What’s left is spite, annoyance, fumes
Of anger sometimes rise as well
As you keep poking at my good will.

Get out of my sight. Out of my mind.
You don’t deserve not even a speck of my time.

How dare you want it, come and demand
To give you praise when you yourself are blind
To others’ sorrows and celebrations.

How dare you want respect that you don’t have for others?

June 27, 2017