Respect.

Even now,
a ping on my phone
startles me.

Invariably,
something from moderate
to high importance,
nothing as urgent
as you.

(Yes, you)

Meanwhile, you mock me,
and I should hate you.
I see your words
in a hundred sets of lips.

Now, pontificate, preach
about respect for others.

I should stay quiet
before who could destroy me.
That is also called respect,
misguidedly.