Contemptuously conditioned to stuff extremely complicated subjects
into tiny boxes.
Hoarding what’s ours and hissing at anyone who questions,
No, threatens!
I don’t believe that some are tougher than others.
Sensitivity is the nature of our species,
Some of us are just better liars,
Cloaking ourselves in more acceptable emotions like
indifference, anger, annoyance.
Because most of us have souls that fled somewhere in the early chaos,
Leaving our hearts exposed to whatever change of wind life decides to blow.
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 