It is my vicious flaw
That I cannot stand people
Who cannot stand the truth.
I remind myself that not everyone has
Titanium bones,
Not everyone knows
That they all could.
Not everyone has decided that
They hate being the victims of a sadistic world.
Not everyone
Will understand that words of objection from a friend
Are not shrapnel
Not everyone will know
That they can only be forgiven if they are
Held
Responsible.

Forgiveness lives in your own heart
And when you deny your sins
You condemn yourself.
Once she (her, Her, HER.) whispered to me
That she thought hell was in the mind,
And heaven too.
And that in the last moment of life
The brain created a sort of eternal second,
A breath for everyone else
But an infinity for the dying,
And provided
Whatever reward or punishment they themselves thought they deserved.
I don't aim to please.
Sometimes I aim
To save...
But

I suppose not everyone
Needs to be enlightened.

Still,
I just cannot stand
People who cannot stand the truth,
And perhaps it makes me wretched
That I do not try to change this,
But part of me is
Unashamed.