Speaking your mind can be both blessing and curse. Doing, you’ll find, is honest but still it hurts. But over time you can adjust. Conscience or no, all doubt will disburse.
I don’t understand there are subtleties. I don’t understand more than black and white.
I only see right and only see wrong. There is only weak. There is only strong.
I can’t comprehend things like empathy, How to put myself in somebody’s place. I never considered such things. No ‘R’, ‘O’, or ‘I’ could they bring,
So uncomplicated to think of myself, only myself.
Can’t toe the line, cannot learn anything new. Back in my past, no one expected me to. One thing I knew, I’m one of few That could not lose. That’s compulsory. What a mistake placing your trust In one so damaged inside. So much at stake. See them, see us. Confusion obscured my lies.
