oh my sweet christ (a poem that's nothing to do with christ)

i have tried to be friendly.
i have tried to be forgiving.
i have tried to be blind.
but you will not be ignored.
and brother, it's
getting old
your soapbox is
held together with
duct tape
unraveling slowly

don't talk down to me
don't assume you know me
don't think i'll stay silent forever
because i have limits.
and brother, you've
reached mine
and now i'm so
tired of it that
i'll stop
muttering under my breath

i don't see your point of view
no matter how you want me to
your arguments will just undo
the point you think you want to prove

shut the fuck up.
don't presume.
kindness is
not weakness.
and i've bent over
as far as i'm willing to.