The Concave God Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I don't want to open a can of worms
But your god of hurt feelings exists only in the mind
Your god of hurt feelings is a wall you throw darts at hitting the pictures of the people you don't like
Your god of hurt feelings is the glove that is used to slap someone across the face when challenging them to a duel

Me with the face of forever mirrors what the human race is really capable of
You with the face of containment always ready to flash a dirty look at the first sign of somebody enjoying themselves

Your god of hurt feelings curved the mirror inwards and made you look at yourself and what you saw was projection
Projection as an outlet, projection as a weapon

Your echoing of a very old tall tale that rebounds from what it is that is inside you
It bounces back bringing with it all that you feel possessed by
All that drives a person's mania

From a distant vantage point, I spit on your god of hurt feelings
I separate you from doomsday shout-outs, your insecure anti-humanism
Then I'll stroke you, offer words of reassurance to counter your kneejerk mysticism