Perfectionist Rehab

Hard truth: not everyone has your best interests at heart.

Some people rejoice in your failures and hurt, pulled apart.

Assuming the role of parent doesn’t make you a saint,

In the eyes of your children your true self will paint.

Out of the mouths of babes you will learn the truth,

Of your outlook, opinions, all your rules.

Some relish the chaos of destruction in others,

We’ve learned this well, me and my brothers.

One type may see exactly what you face,

And turn the cheek, refusing to embrace,

That they contribute to the hurt within,

When they do nothing for the beaten.

Others egg on the aggressor for fun,

These people may as well also hold the gun.

Our history is riddled with the pack egging on,

The torture of others – a mere pawn,

In the game of life – the cure to boredom,

Even if it leads to rigor mortem.

The witch trials, gladiators, and high school fights,

Demonstrate ferocity all too right.

What do you do when you see the doings wrong?

The object of hatred – Satan’s spawn!

Do you turn your cheek, or do you cheer?

Or do you risk yourself despite the fear?

We must stand up for those who cannot alone,

For we are all made of skin and bone.