All of you are angry
The cause, I can't fathom:
Not enough attention,
Political views,
A slip of the tongue,
A poem, like this one.
Olive branch?
Forget it.
When they're ready
They'll extend it.
Until then,
Hold your peace.
It's always "Hush," then
"Go away, don't talk to me."
I don't mean to cause it
I can't fix your emotions.
All of you are angry
Soon your angst is mine.
And now I'm upset
And I can't fathom why.
You all try to cheer me
And I won't have it.
In a way, now I get it.
Mostly I'm just lost.