Denial

She voiced opinion, and she made it strong,
but couldn’t elevate it to correct.
She always hikes her tone when she is wrong,
so much it’s come to be what I expect.
She has no clue how it was to belong
in me – no skill or patience to detect.
If I attempt to argue, it’s her style
to emphasize I must be in denial.

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