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.
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.
Placed my self-righteous indignation,
next to that entitlement and rationale,
walked sorely ahead, my gratifying
point of view a sordid reality.
Then where has compassion gone,
when we all seem to believe,
we have to tell another how to soul-
search their own destiny.
Sometimes, though, I know it’s just me.