A self-critical poem.

I’m so oblivious to this insidious continuum of respect

I see only the worst of what’s being forced in my chest

Be it Maddie hittin’ on me or Alex shittin’ on me

I can only perceive the worst

I’m easily deceived at first

But now that I know what to look for in it all

I see how much respect I actually get

And I feel bad for the perception of disrespect

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