Look at me,
I've made decisions that I have to live with.
Your judgments so quick
They slash away at the soft flesh that is my heart.
Forgive me for being so tender-headed,
These are wounds that run deep.
They scab but your clawed words pick away at the surface
Before they've had time to heal.
Had I found peace within myself we wouldn't be having this conversation.
But I wrestle nonetheless with these demons
I call my own.