The Mind Of A Poet

Human

I get it, okay?
You're bitter. You're hurting, you're raging, you're scared.
I get it, but I'm only human
and my skin is butterfly wing thin, just like yours,
so the claw marks you leave with your words
are wounds I will carry for a lifetime or more.
I get it. You're breaking before my eyes
and I can't catch your pieces
because I'm too busy holding my own,
see, you broke me before your first cracks showed.
I get it. This path you are on is heavy with hate
and you hold it for everyone you meet.
You loathe like you love,
boundless and bold you tear through hearts
and beat them like they are drums
but we are not instruments
for you to play until your palms bleed.
You're burning bridges faster than I can build.
I get it, I wish I didn't but I do
so listen to my words because I wrote them for you.
Just because I understand doesn't mean I condone,
just because you're hurting doesn't mean you're alone.