Like a Cancer

 It doesn't feel good,
But it doesn't exactly feel bad...
Like a surgeon,
Steady hand,
Making a precise incision...
Intentions
Focused on healing...
Some things necessarily
Need to be let go...
Sometimes
The cancer has to be cut out...
If it's caught soon enough...
If it hasn't metastasized 
And spread...
Emotions can be 
A kind of cancer...
Cancer cells,
They only think about themselves...
They're not good team players...
They simply consume nutrients,
And grow,
At the expense of everything around them...
Some relationships
Are like dying from such things...
They can only see themselves
When they look at you...
They're only self-reflecting
When they think of you...
You are just an energy source to them...
Food...
And their hunger
Can be insatiable...
Inhaling every last scrap
Of the love you have to give,
And then demanding more...
Exhausting...
Debilitating...
It's like waiting to die...
You try to go about your normal life...
You try to keep to a schedule,
Get things done,
Even though you know
The days are numbered...
In the end,
Blame is tossed around
Like chemotherapy injections...
Just as poisonous...
Just as bitter...
A metallic taste
Clinging to the skin of the cheek...
Facial muscles tense...
Struggling not to show emotion...
Or struggling to have an emotion...
People get upset
When they feel that
They are not being understood...
Basic customer service...
Make them feel heard, seen, and valued...
Most arguments
Aren't based on objective reality...
They are often simple misunderstanding...
Sometimes an inability or even 
Unwillingness to empathize...
Focusing on the self as victim,
Rather than hearing or seeing the other...
An appropriate song lyric,
"If I speak at one constant volume,
At one constant pitch,
At one constant rhythm,
Right into your ear,
You still won't hear...
You still won't hear."
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