In Medias Res

On the way home,
In the morning,
I felt spited,
Offended by
Your cruel words, your
Understanding.

You missed the essence,
the content and the
Summary. Indeed,
You missed all.

Yet, you chimed in with your opinion
of the proceedings, your judgement,
unasked and unheeded.

It is, perhaps, the worst thing,
To be misjudged and ignored;
Not rejected on merits,
But rejected by things you
Are not.

I hate you still.