Dismay and Disdain

I know a guy who claims that empathy
is almost over-dominant in him.
He feels so much he thinks the quality
is uppermost in character. That whim
is so inaccurate, he’ll ever miss
the feelings of all others in his path.
He regularly tries to mend with kiss
the devastation littered by his wrath.

I wish he’d hold the mirror to his face,
and recognize he’s master of the faults
attributed to others. He might see
his tantrums in the murk of his disgrace,
and comprehend the form of his assault
on honesty, enlightenment, and me.

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