some days...

I waste my minutes sometimes
on anger and sadness
on old hurts and things of no consequence
on other peoples imperfections

I make pets of petty offenses
that irritate my sense of justice.
I stroke their coats until they shine.
I feed them premium pet food.
I buy them cute sweaters and play toys.

My microscope gets a lot of use.
Any fault in character or deed
fills my lens to extreme proportions
but becomes unidentifiable when compared with the original object.

I use my focus to distort
I look closely at only the parts that justify my feelings and opinions
I see only what I want to see

My world shrinks infinitely
when I allow my attention
to be trained on
the empty glass.

some days
I see
that all my bad
would be better than someone else's good

some days
I see
and some days I don't