Oversensitive

When the pain comes in from those who dislike you,

Or what you have done,

Or seems you had done;

The fork in the road rushes up.

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To vilify and engage in debate,

Shredding their argument,

And then their clothes;

Until they are left naked, and your work is done.

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Or listen and pray,

Perhaps then, we might hear what is behind the words,

The critiques, the noise,

And learn what is in their heart.

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Which may tell us what is in ours.

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