Karma

A friend told me about another "friend" who got slapped by karma.  This is for my friend.

I will admit,
I laughed when I heard
About your misfortune,
You wee little turd.

I suppose I should show,
A little compassion,
Some sympathy, empathy,
Something of that fashion.

But you treat me like garbage.
Heap on abuse,
And think you can treat me,
However you choose.

Your actions have consequences,
And karma's a bitch.
And so here I snigger,
At your life's little glitch.

Sadly, I do know,
That my inappropriate glee,
Will result in said karma
Bitch-slapping me.

But for now it is worth it.
I'll give a chuckle hearty,
And continue on,
With my smug little party.

Perceptions

Two faces of a coin,
Each see a different view,
Things that look correct to me,
May seem wrong to you.

Fact or opinion?
Honesty or deception?
How much is real,
And how much perception?

What I believe is truth,
You see as a lie.
Because we stand back-to-back,
We can't see eye-to-eye.

Solitary Confinement

My walls, they are thick
My mask is in place,
A smiling and confident
Happy-type face.

My windows are shuttered,
Nothing can get in
Pay no attention
To behind my grin.

Inside I am scared,
Insecure, uncertain.
A seethe of anxiety,
Behind the curtain.

Someone assured is
A manner I'll affect
My vulnerable self
I must protect.

No one can know
How in myself I doubt,
I'll keep myself in,
And I'll keep you out.

Fortified defenses
Is all I have known,
But they keep me safe.
Safe...and alone.

Outside the Circle.

To know that I'm exluded,
Leaves me quite dejected.
When I am not included,
I feel I've been rejected.

I tend to shutter up my soul,
Put walls around my heart.
When I'm unsure of others,
I keep myself apart.

Old childhood issues surface,
With emotions, I am haunted.
I'm an adult, I can think it though,
I shouldn't feel unwanted.

When I feel that I am disliked,
A self-fufilling prophesy
After all, how can I be myself?
If I feel like you detest me?

No one else decides my worth,
If you don't like me, screw it
If you look at me with contempt,
That's just how you view it.

But still there is a part of me,
That aches to be accepted.
To be a part of every group,
To be together and connected.

And now that I have vented,
I can pull out the knife
of hurt, and take a nice, deep breath,
And move on with my life.

I'm Learning

Whenever we speak,
It's always a fight.
You think I'm always wrong,
And you're always right.

Instead of engaging
And going mad,
I have a better plan,
Of that I am glad.

I can stand up straight,
I can be strong.
You're not always right,
I'm not always wrong.

Our opinions are different,
And that is just fine.
You have your feelings,
I'm entitled to mine.

I don't have to defend,
I don't have to explain,
It's not worth my time,
It's not worth my pain.

Instead of an argument,
I don't want to play.
I can shut my mouth.
I can walk away.

We will never solve this,
So there won't be talking.
I have two feet.
And those feet are walking. 

No.

I am allowed to say no.
This is my epiphany,
I always said yes even when
It wasn't best for me.

I am allowed to say no.
I can say it to my mother,
I can say it to my father, sister,
Husband, son or brother. 

I am allowed to say no,
I can say it to a friend,
And my no doesn't mean
That the friendship needs to end.

I am allowed to say no.
I don't say it to be cruel,
Malicious, mean or vicious,
I don't say it to be cool.

I am allowed to say no.
Without an explanation
I am sorry if this causes you
Excessive consternation.

I am allowed to say no.
I can say it with a smile,
I can look someone right in the face,
And say it without guile.

I am allowed to say no,
Because I have found, you see,
Sometimes it's not what's best for you,
But it is what's best for me.