It has come to my attention, dear,
We are not the only attendees here.
These infinitely split personalities
Can cut a couple off at the knees.

Stubborn wants everything done his way,
A bitch named Bitter wants to come out and play;
Wary’s okay, but he’s wrapped up in Fear --
It’s no fucking wonder it’s so hard to hear!

Jealousy, abetted by Insecurity
Binds, gags and tortures Sensitivity
Judgment, Sarcasm and lowly Derision
Make such a racket Love loses its vision.

Acceptance, Humor, and Compromise
May clear the space between our eyes--
But those Positive Thinkers are only as strong
As the humans who choose to bring them along.
 
 

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