Not My Side of the Street

You offend me, you seem to be doing this on purpose,
intent to rub me wrong, to impose on me,
to belittle me, to humiliate me. Have you set out
to cause my thoughts to center on you day and night,
every minute of every hour, obsessively?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Probably not.
My guess is you think of yourself
even more than I ponder you.
But that's about to change.
No, I don't propose to change
your cognitive behavior —
nor verbal or corporal.
No, when you embroil my synapses,
I resolve to remind myself I can't change you,
ask for wisdom to recall that, seek serenity
to accept this limitation on my sway,
to know I can change only my thoughts, words, deeds,
and to mind my side of the street.
I will recall what you think of me
is none of my business, and I will decline
my inclination to sit in judgment
of you.