Day After Day
You always say hurtful things,
acting like a soul possessed.
And tend to resurrect fears
that time long ago repressed.
You can't relate to pity,
for bullies exploit the meek.
And it feels good to demean
those who turn the other cheek.
I see someone that's hurting,
using drugs to numb their pain.
And a sore loser in life,
treating winners with disdain.
The law does not deter you;
your impulse is flight or fight.
But guilt gnaws at your insides,
and part of you dies each night.
You stand ready to attack,
pushing those who care away.
And start swinging at shadows,
striking out, day after day.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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