Holding the door open for you,
I really don't mind.
The water I pour for you,
I really don't mind.
Taking those papers for you,
I really don't mind.
Waiting later for you,
I really don't mind.
But...
Leaving trash on the desk for me,
I really do mind.
Being a pest to me,
I really do mind.
Throwing your crap at me,
I really do mind.
Thinking it's fun to slap at me,
I really do mind.
Because...
When you use someone for fun,
You abuse what is kind.
When you take and give none,
You abuse what is kind.
When that respect falls flat,
You abuse what is kind.
When you use someone as a doormat,
You abuse what is kind.
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The Quiet Club
PoetryThe extrovert ideal - The omnipresent belief that the ideal self is gregarious, alpha and comfortable in the spotlight. But how can you be those things if you're not wired to do so? Take a look through the eyes of those deemed "quiet" or "shy" as th...
