I've Lived With It Too Long

My every thought you dispute.
As if my insights,
Were ignited by ego.

Little do you know,
How my life has been lived.
Or those experiences...
That once kept my eyes full of tears.
And those disappointments felt,
That brought the sounds of those who cheered.
As if their actions,
Would have me feel agony and fear.

Let me make this absolutely clear...
You are not the first,
To dispute my thoughts with such a thirst.
Nor will you be the last,
I tell to kiss my ass!

What I observe is a truth being mis-served.
With a dishonesty being done.
And I am not the one,
To easily have it shunned.
Nor do I care who despairs in its presence.
I've lived with it too long.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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