You rubbed me the wrong way
You scrubbed my wounds and
picked on my scabs
and then leave me
withering in pain
could not care enough

You rubbed me the wrong way
with your pointy convictions
and preconceived notions
about how I should feel and
and how much?

You rubbed me the wrong way
by stuffing the rough
set of words and verses
with doesn’t sit quite well in my throat
they itch and scrapes me from within
and the only time I open my mouth
to utter something
I only spit blood

You rubbed me the wrong way
when you crushed
my hope and convictions
and called yourself a winner
maybe you haven’t looked so closely
at your throne which has been
ridden with guilt and sin
in equal measure

You rubbed me the wrong way
when you mistook my affection
as my servitude

You rubbed me the wrong way
when I mistook your greed
as your gratitude.

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Megha Sood is a contributing editor at Free Verse Revolution, Heretics, Lovers and Madmen, Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, GoDogGoCafe and Poetry editor at Ariel Chart. Over 300+ works in journals including Better than Starbucks, FIVE:2: ONE, KOAN, Kissing Dynamite, Foliate Oak. Visitant Lit, Quail Bell, Dime show review, etc. and works featured/upcoming in 25 other print anthologies by the US, Australian, and Canadian Press. Two-time State-level winner of the NJ Poetry Contest 2018/2019.National level poetry finalist in Poetry Matters Prize 2019. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/ and tweets at @meghasood16.