Generation

A victim of your tounge Never fully recovers Is left scarred and bruised, By the words you spat, Each period, clause and coma, Cuts deeper than a blade, You act all high and mighty, Act so victimized, There is nothing worse then a bully, Expect the one who lies. And your mouth is a weapon, You to often wield, To stab, or slit, or sterilize, Wherever you see fit. I should have known not to trust you, I know I never can, But you know you'll run back to me, And I'll accept you Hand in hand.