So why are you shouting at me! <br />And that thing you said, <br />did you really mean to be, <br />so very, very mean and hurtful? <br />And to offend in such a deep defence, <br />and when I’m feeling down, <br />why, so it seems, do you want <br />to kick my very soul, <br />and bruise my sensibilities <br />with hateful speech. <br /> <br />You say that’s all you know, <br />and how you have survived, <br />a life scarred with unkindness. <br />Encountered of so many kinds <br />that you lost count and lost sight, <br />of the kind of man you really are. <br />My dearest friend, <br />locked inside a mind with <br />bitter experience, the label on its jar. <br /> <br />But then I do like talking to myself; <br />sometimes.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-conversation-with-my-dearest-friend/
