In a world of hidden daggers, veiled disdain,
Lies a society where aggression wears a passive chain.
A dance of words and gestures, subtle and sly,
A cloak of civility masking tensions high.
Beneath the surface, a brewing storm,
Where hostility festers, yet takes a different form.
Passive aggression, a silent art,
Where conflict smolders, tearing hearts apart.
Smiles that hold secrets, words with hidden stings,
A facade of politeness, while resentment quietly sings.
Eyes that roll and sighs disguised as pleasantries,
As passive aggression weaves its intricate complexities.
Sarcasm drips like venom, laced with a smile,
Jabs and jibes, wrapped in layers of guile.
Silent treatments and withheld affection,
Weapons of choice in this passive-aggressive reflection.
Instead of confrontation, a dance of subtle cues,
Pent-up frustrations simmering, waiting to diffuse.
Communication veiled, intentions left unclear,
A passive battleground where conflicts silently adhere.
In this society of passive aggression’s reign,
Emotions are stifled, grievances remain.
Authenticity obscured, true feelings suppressed,
Creating a web of tension that’s hard to address.
But let us strive for empathy and understanding,
To break the cycle, a new path demanding.
Open conversations, where honesty prevails,
Where passive aggression fades and truth unveils.
For in the vulnerability of authentic expression,
We find connections, healing, and progression.
Let’s unravel the passive aggression’s threads,
Creating a society where open dialogue spreads.
In this tapestry of compassion we weave,
A world where understanding is what we achieve.
Releasing the grip of passive aggression’s grasp,
Embracing empathy, breaking free at last.
A spiritual Ishmaelite 