Gift.

I would rather not,
Spend my time,
With those,
Who bring out the worst in me.
I would rather not,
Be that person.
I would rather,
Just be.
I do not like the jibes,
I feel each and every one.
As much as I’m told,
‘That’s just who they are’,
I count down,
‘Til they are gone.
My shoulders,
Feel much lighter,
My mood,
Begins to lift.
Sometimes,
An emptier room,
Can be,
The greatest gift.