My Cell, You Open

Obnoxious arguments; I rant only My words, shard glass tearing souls No exception is there, my wrath equal upon all Though to you, are the wounds mendable. Excuse myself in rage, do I never A barrage do I release, to free myself Humaneness, my preach to oppose another The hurt I inflict, is remembered by my own. As your silence befalls me, my guilt grows My thoughts erratic, not whole What was spoken, can not be refunded A friend, a foe; my acts deceive. The loathe towards myself, my cell cast Forgiveness a key, you grant.