Sometimes we are hurt

whether intentional or not

a word

a phrase

spoken aloud

which we cannot fathom

or accept

hurts our pride

wounds our ego

and so we simmer

let pain fester

it eats away

contaminates our thinking

yet in an odd way

it feels good

we hold it close

tight lipped

knowing we are right

and were wrongly accused

we argue with phantoms

we repeat ourselves

going over our defense

our hearts wounded

we brood in silence

as we gladly

suffer fools.