the stress you cause
is giving me gray hairs
I’m too young for that
I must wash you away
let your snide comments
glide off of my back
like beads of water
in a warm relaxing shower
your games
bounce past me
like a basketball passed
on a downhill court
your attitude
sail past me
like a stiff breeze
on a spring morning
I need not join the misery
you wallow in
I must wash you away.
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