I've long since realized that some words-
Can sear through flesh leaving behind third degree burns;
I've come to understand that the things that I may say-
Hold the worth of a thousand knives and can pierce even the strongest of armored hearts;
But I wish I had learned sooner how to hold my tongue-
Mutterings of hate and disgust, tongue hissing and hot air passing between my lips;
I wish I had learned sooner too, of the havoc that I have wrought on others with my words-
And if I could eat up all of the hatred that I have spewed, just know;
I would devour them in a heartbeat.
