Sensitive

I say a lot of things but little of it has any meaning These daily words and conversations are all too quick and fleeting But NEVER say the wrong thing; in this age you can’t delete them Lines have become blurry, distorted; drawn jagged and uneven Wrong might seem right for a minute, but then forever you’re a heathen Someone gets offended at the damage your opinion might be dealing Then the assailant isn’t even allowed to respond with any feelings Not remorse or regret nor will they hear any pleading Go away and rot and repent you guilty cretin Don’t disagree with me, don’t try to explain, I won’t hear a thing I’m too far ingrained into the world I maintain; to me, it is what it is Your truths are all false, I loudly explain; credit to your perspective I will never give Into one ear and right out the other go all the ideas by which you’ve lived So eventually everyone passes by each other not even speaking Now there’s too much risk. What’s the point? There’s no reason New issues arise and historical scabs surface again; our defeat is hidden with the values we’ve kept from ourselves, where they die lost and bleeding