Ungrateful.

And so I'm back. And it seems that this has become a venting place for frustrations.

But just how could one be so unappreciative?
So unloving?
So shallow and distasteful,
So much care for the worldly and glorious praise,
So little for true thoughtfulness.

It baffles me.
It hurts me.
These inflictions are way more than skin deep.
It is the message, the intention held behind a simple action of disinterest, and wayward priorities.
A message that whips,
a message that scars.

I choose not to be the same.
I forcibly decide on a character far different.
And strive toward better.
For it is far from a shining example.

And yet, with all attempted positivity,
the stings and lashes remain.
Because how can one truly accept?
Such disdain, such disapproval,
despite an intentional attempt to please.
Moreover over something so petty,

So childish.
So superficial.
So temporal.

So ungrateful.