Considered Complaint

Perhaps I need to be considered more,
but I felt pissy yesterday, and mad.
I nearly yelled at strangers in the store.
I met no passing eyes. I mingled sad
with fierce contempt, disdain a launching pad
that fired judgment into plaintive word.
I felt alone. I threw off feeling bad.
I voiced complaint and maybe someone heard.


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