Pale In Comparison

plights of the other man across the way are pale in comparison
to the pain in the silent screams inside my mind awaiting the healing words of a stubborn heart
cursed to the scars of a broken past embedded deep in the soul of a solemn man
who lacks wisdom in the experience of loving one othen than him
though words are a curse to those not well versed in contolling what meant but how said and less expressed in emotions to be able to contain them
yet the mouth that used to spill such perfect words can utter hate at the tip of the tongue the flip of the lip the cut at the "FU" end of the "KUH" person I, you screamed "YOU" seethed with the anger and my heart bleed enough secretly uttering

shut the f up











that sucked o the fuck well