Some people, he said,
Are hard to get along with.
He meant me, of course
Because there and then
I was not getting along with him
Or he with me who can say
And so I fell into that vast category
In which there is always
Plenty of company:
Some people.
He had hoped his words would hurt,
Would leave me insecure, uncertain.
Oh please like me I will take back all I have said and done
To cause you to say that bit about
Some people.
But I didn't. I didn't care.
Some people are like that:
They have been summed up and dismissed
So many times
That the mathematics of social interaction
Hold no value
That the only thing that matters
Is the value of this absolute truth:
I don't need you need you to like me need you to
Want me around.
What I need
Is for you to know
What I care about
What you disagree with me about
Is what I care about is important to me
Some people can do that.
They know the game.
5 comments:
This is strong!!! Leaning towards the prose-style at a few instances. The message comes clean and clear. The need of being acknowledged, appreciated and known at least by the ones close to you. Well done!!! Keep writing!!!
I too have been tossed into that mass of Some People from time to time. Sigh~~
I know the game and i want to be around you my Dear Friend
You've got the right attitude Sandy. I've known THOSE people, too. Hugs, G
Very good, Sandy. I can relate to this very well. There comes a time when all manipulation by others have no more impact whatsoever. They have shown, by their example, that their words are empty because they think only about themselves.
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