I went up to someone today,

I spoke what I thought to be the truth,

She looked at me with a pointed eye,

I wondered just why.

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You see I’d wanted to for awhile,

speak to her about what it is I believe,

there was another involved,

she would truly (truth) understand why.

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Placed my self-righteous indignation,

next to that entitlement and rationale,

walked sorely ahead, my gratifying

point of view a sordid reality.

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Then where has compassion gone,

when we all seem to believe,

we have to tell another how to soul-

search their own destiny.

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Sometimes, though, I know it’s just me.