My leniency curves in the pit on my stomach,
As I tip toe around their concerns.
As I bend myself and replace myself,
In the presence of their primary cares.
And then I swoop in, wishing I did begin,
With a big fat assertive ‘NO!’
But instead I will go, lose footing and dip toe,
Around the dwellings of their own perspective.
And while I’m feeling reflective, and careful not to indent their circle...
Instead I snap in a sudden fit of fury
‘How dare you not regard my feelings!’
Demanding a spotlight to my side of the story.