I often find that my darkest thoughts aren’t these evil machinations
That blur the lines of right and wrong, but rather it’s impatience
When someone reaches out to me the lack of any empathy
Or when I know someone needs my voice I pretend I don’t hear the choice

Ignorance and ignoring
Are two very different things
It’s like nodding
when you’re not listening
Instead of asking when you missed something
The first doesn’t offend and doesn't care,
The second offends but does.

But the thing that should scare is the because.

We are impatient because we care more for ourselves,
Than we do for the cause of someone else.
Even if our service costs nothing
Our annoyance betrays something.

It snitches on the stitches our soul never received
The wounds, deep wounds that we never grieved
Cut open by the patience we were never given,
We never learned to give away

But what if we started today?