Handfuls of sweets.

My brain devours
the daily gossip
like handfuls of candies and sweets
and the neurotic receptors
twist them about
like stomach churning
filled of gunk
made up of others despair
and the laughter
that surfaces
strikes me down
when the rational parts
regain control
asking “Why are you so petty?”
and I bow down
to that part of myself
shaking my head
regaining my feet
asking that part
why it’s such a judgy hypocrite?
If everything is to be taken serious
than how shall we ever stay calm?
If I’m always kind
am I ever being honest with myself?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina