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Hurt

have you ever had something said about you
something that was a lie
something that everyone, including the speaker,
knows to be false
but something that just left you shredded
something absolutely beyond the pale
not said to your face
but behind your back
I've never known such hurt
and while I should know better
than to let things like that hurt me
they do
I just don't understand how
someone can be so vile
mean, base, and cruel
it's ridiculous
pitiful

The only defense is to live my life so as to be beyond reproach
So that those who really know me
Would never believe such stupidity anyway.

Comments

lillysmum said…
I doubt anyone would believe it anyway. What happened?
October 13, 2014 at 9:34 PM
Bill Cobabe said…
Someone was offended by something I'd said that seemed fairly innocuous and playful at the time but was maybe at most in poor taste. This person then used that as excuse to blame me for several major tragedies, and told others about it. Mostly fabrications, of course. But stupid and hurtful all the same.

Sigh. I really don't understand. I don't have the time or energy for carrying a grudge. I just don't. And if someone sincerely asks for forgiveness I always grant it fully and easily. And happily.

Maybe I really am a freak.
October 13, 2014 at 9:44 PM
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