Righteous Recoil - Shayla Penman
When I observe the people around me, I notice their mannerisms; I acknowledge the judgmental remarks and glares they share with their cynical friends. The back-stabbing commentary made toward every person who leaves the room. I watch them and I hate them for it. I hate the constant arrogance and contempt that fills the area like poisonous gas. And as I sit here fuming with concealed rage, I wonder, have I become as malicious as those whom I judge?
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