Relief

We seem obsessed with the part of
Ourselves that we believe only exists

In the thoughts of others.
It is a strange, externalized selfishness; that
When not acknowledged grants a perverse
Excuse to behave mad and crude with

No consequences perceived.
We place so much importance on a piece of us that is not rightfully ours.
We covet that part of ourselves that

Is another persons scope, that is meant

For their own introspection and subjective
Self-examination.
This has taken the stolen power of my
Hate back. To hate outwardly is to
Strike inward at the very heart of our
Being.

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