had of concept of me
kindness mistaken
for weakness
kindness as strength
mistaken for
something else
oh I can be something else
if you want something else
how could such things happen
they happen
recorded into memory and
faded memory
some things return
cannot be forgotten
torture us like
an old man cannot be
young again by the
strength of what once was
time to switch from your kindness
like putting a hole
through a wet paper towel
it’s easy for me to see
that you’re stupid