It isn't easy.

It's hard to be mean
when the niceness
is the instinct that oozes out first

It's hard to be nice
when your words
only remind me of the horridness
of your nature

It's hard to tell the truth
when lies are what naturally come out
I'm not saying the truth
which, really, is the same thing as lying

It's hard to lie
when your heart demands the truth
and curses deception
which you are clinging on to
with small hints
that don't mean anything to them

It's hard to tolerate you
when you keep
pushing my annoyance buttons
putting me closer, closer
to snapping in your face

Monday, Monday,
I promise to be truthful.

Let's hope.