I don’t want to hate you
To cringe every moment
In passing you by
And cursing each second glance,
Why even try?
To reply
To be cordial
And humor attempts
To unmake
My acquaintance
If only incensed,
Aggravated,
I break
My precise concentration
Allaying irate
To sate your instigation
For any reaction
Or step I take
Hastens
The pace of which
Mischievous
Cretins
Persist
In a stone’s-throw away
Public-shaming
The lay
Person, not on good terms
With their language
In anguish,
In angst-driven rage
I awaken
To fail yet again
To their testing
My patience
And waiting,
Ignoring,
Is all I can do
To preclude violent urges
To see this thing through
To an end
I approach
With the same
Ardent zeal
That a former me wrote
And believed
Could be real
An ideal
Self-delusion
Concluded since I
Arrived here
And appeared to them
Alien,
Distant
And weird