Compassion.

Compassion To Those Around Me

When I was young my sister and I didn't get along.
We'd often fight, but on the rare occasion she was kind to me I was beguiled.
When I was in middle school she moved overseas and we lost most contact,
When she came back she was so much kinder than I remembered,
But reality set in and I realized she'd become a type of person that I couldn't approve.
She was unkind to others, hiding behind cherry-picked words like a shield,
Forgetting the compassion behind those very words, manipulating every notion of them.
When I realized she'd detest me for my love, condemn me with her oxymorons,
I instinctively did the same, I wanted to condemn her for her hate.
Despite the condemnation I want to throw at her, I still love her.
So, I will continue to look at her with compassionate eyes, and I will turn those eyes to those around me,
Even if she doesn't.

"Everything and everyone I see before me, I see with the eyes of compassion."