I don’t know what comes over me.
When someone states a simple fact,
I feel compelled to disagree
Or act as if I’ve been attacked.

I try my best to keep at bay
This conduct that befits a boor –
Such guardedness would turn away
The poor and needy from its door.

But, time and time again, I find
That, when I least expect it to,
A comment breaks my peace of mind
And I behave uptight anew.

Although I’m not entirely sure,
It seems as if I’m insecure.

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