Be Polite

Do I have to be polite

To myself?

Often I find my thoughts scolding;

Bright, bitchy warmth glowing within me

Preaching self-growth mixed with self-pity

Motivating my grimly lit quality of living.

But still it’s kind of motivating.

But still, it is self-deprecating

So I know why I should be polite

But my inner monologue fights the fight,

My darker depths ignite my spite,

And when they say, “you have to be polite to yourself,” I can’t help but think, “do I?”

Must I:

Treat my thoughts with kindness,

Pat my judgments on the back,

Laugh at every joke my worries shout,

Kiss my cheeks when they burn red,

Smile wide and smile long

Until the negativity is gone-

Perhaps I should give it a try.