None of My Business

 

You tell me I've lied,
You throw words at me
attempting to smother me,
to hit your mark, to bother me
and start an argument.
Or so you say.
I am not judging your words
or the intentions behind them,
merely recounting.
It appears you long for my ire,
you revel in ideas of my dissolving
into accusations, of causing a fight.
And I can see your frustration
when I listen, accept, consider.
If you understood the truth
that what you think of me
is none of my business,
perhaps it would be easier
to see that what you say
colors you and when I accept no hues
it leaves me untouched.