Spray.

There's always quiet judgement.
I am too used to that face.
That face you pull, as though disgusted,
Can poison any space.
A room that once had air,
That once had space and light,
Can be fogged with your mist.
It isn't fair.  It's isn't right.
You've been told. You've mea culpa'd,
But make no attempts to change.
I'm supposed to just ignore them,
But I can't.  Why is that strange?
You're expressing an emotion.
You're sending it my way.
You've tossed it in the air,
A soul damaging spray.
I can't help but be infected,
By the emotions that you throw.
Why do I have to accept them?
Aren't we both supposed to grow?