I know where I get it from,
that trait of personality I despise,
she told me about an injustice
and how she chose to stay quiet,
for the sake of the person inflicting the pain,
and it made me rabid, poisoned my soul with anger
and then it settled in, I've done that hundreds of times.
Looking out for strangers rather than your own,
sickening when seen on others, admisible in me.