Forgive the hatreds of the everyday
The slight annoyance walking down the hall
The little whispers that should seem so small
And yet loom in the mind, the pissant way
He talks to you, the frustrating delay
She has between her thoughts, how they don't call,
Or how, when you need speed, they always stall,
Or even how they snubbed you yesterday.
Even those in daily life whom you
Most loathe to see or hear, or even know,
The villains of familiarity
Are part of you. No matter what they do,
Or how you wish sometimes they would just go,
You need them, though it's not easy to see.
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