OFFENDED

I don't know how
to make you smile
all the time, how
to make your sun
shine,
stop
the storm clouds,
from brightening
your day, or cater
to your way,

me,
to be favorable
in your sights,
to bring the stars
into your nights,

my truth is my fall,
of things I see in all,
I agree you may
not agree with me,

but to cater to you
is to lose me
and what I see,
how I feel,
I am a life
and I am real,
what you reduce
could be my truth,
what you deduce
could be an excuse.