Harsh

I have harsh opinions,

because I strip away emotions,

like the flesh from bone,

left discarded until I need some patching up.

The pain's searing,

but lesser than that,

of disappointment and stabs,

down the chest,

below the left lung.

I then reclaim my heart,

and the emotions flood back,

like an engulfing mold,

creeping across the precipice.

Regret returns,

rage returns,

pain returns,

logic leaves,

the damage is done.

Person apologizes,

but personal philosophy,

refuses to take it back.

Thus a legacy remains,

of a crown of thorns,

a self-proclaimed king,

but their sheep leads his lions.

And his cubs,

he prays they stumble upon these,

and not mourn behind stone pallets,

but nod in silence instead.

Blurred Lines - Robin Thicke ft. Pharrel