Venting Sticks and Stones

If venting and throwing sicks and stones is the only thing That turns you on and what you can get your kicks from And you accept or haven't come to the realisation or conclusion You think you may indeed need help the plobem lies in you not them Then thinking i spending time with you to gather up the biggest sticks and stone's to cast at me Through though pious of heart it will not defend or shield against the harm you wish to cause and impart upon me Because as a happy person wishes only to help and make an unhappy person feel much like themself So to does an unhappy person wish a happy person feel unappy as they are Same theory in essence just miles apart whence it comes to there own individual different versions of what joy means to them The good innocently only wish to help those unfortunate less well off and are blind to understand Why they would ever be open up to be taken advantage of by those they are only trying to help It's crass to say but when someone you are trying to help reverts to type And the inevitable eventually happens just remember It's never personal though it may appear to you where as those you are trying to help Unfortunately most see you as nothing more than your generosity a safe sort target to prey upon and exploit Barred and estranged from every friend and crossing family doorstep and entering the last saloon in town Until every outreach and cry for help was given up on and lost And relationship damaged irrevocably Just remember though bones may heal by themselves Words leave deep emotional scars that though we may choose to put to one's side and hide Can be brought up at a seconds notice and bring the past back into the present Should bear the warning although naturally and altruistic helping other's out may seem Charity begins and starts at home and they alone can rebuild the bridge they burnt down and so to it's up to them Should they wish to repair it in order to find their way back home