The Universe is Our Poetry

Glasshouse

lately
i had been
very entitled
and sensitive
as to how
i want people
to listen to my stories

i am starting
to build on
the mentality
of what i deserve
or what should
people give me
based on
all the things
i had given them

i wanted my actions
to get reciprocated
so badly
that in any moment
i felt ignored
or was not given
the right attention
i had in mind
i get really upset
and distant

and as i continue
holding on
to these expectations
i am constantly
planting resentment
against people
i truly care for

with this
i knew
the glasshouse
that is my heart
is slowly rotting

when we only care
too much
about ourselves
when we only see
what pains us
when we only crave
for getting
what we deserve
based on what
we gave out —
that's when we
start to deterioarate

how do we
overcome this

we acknowledge
our emotions
and feel them
we play out
all these
irrational thoughts
inside our heads
and face them

it is never
an easy feat
it takes courage
to get out of the rot
than willingly
be drowned in it

as for our
never ending
expectations of people
W.H. Auden once said l
you shall love
your crooked neighbor
with your crooked heart

in the final analysis
we are all bound
to hurt one another
whether intentionally
or otherwise

having
the valiant ability
to forgive
is a character
given to those
who are eager
to receive the same