show them the door

I used to bend
and bend
and bend as if I was made
of rubber.
pleasing everyone,
whether they were right
or wrong,
sane or crazy.
I enabled the abusers,
the liars.
I looked the other way
when they cheated,
or broke all the rules,
made life miserable
for me or others.
I wanted to keep the peace.
I wanted little
to do with anger, or arguing,
confrontation.
let it be, I said.
but no more.
I have no tolerance for
the sick of mind,
now I shake my head
and leave,
or show them the door.