...
It's happened probably more than a few times in my life.
Each time I pretended not to be affected -
an old affectation
learned as my best defence while being bullied at school.
For each, I've asked myself,
Is it true? How did I earn it?
Do I need to accept whatever it is,
or makes changes?
If it was true, I usually forgave.
But the ones that were untrue,
that were delivered with spite, or sadism, envy or jealousy —
each one has stuck and rankled.
For each, I've thought of umpteen witty retorts
but only after the insulter was long gone.