Accidental Killing

I stare blankly back at them, they know nothing, but what they think. The truth is that their mindset is wrong, they don’t understand. (The truth is that they don’t try to any more.)

Should I sit there at the door, staring, wanting to scream?  Will my words ever seep in to their skulls? No, it deems, not to make a difference to what I do. (it’s just the two of us me and you)

I take the scolding they give me, silently, without emotion or interference.(Most of the time…its silent)
Although, sometimes I feel I can’t take it anymore, lashing out in rebellion; spitting out words that could cut glass in halve. Hurtful sentences that could splinter time its self (even the past)

It cuts though our surroundings and yet I do not injure myself. (Good thing it does not last)

It leaves the two of us stunned, sometimes to the point of us giving up the war (for the time being.) It’s because I always seem to push it to far…

Though it is mostly just truth mixed up in with confusion (perhaps they’re always acting upon hurt…) It all seems a little too dark being surrounded by dirt.

They will say things that will act like little paper cuts on my soul, but me being a clumsy fool as I am…I drive it in to the person’s vary existence! Tears would come next and a kind of choking sound, I realize what I’ve done so I run away from the crime scene I’ve just plundered from. That’s what I do when trouble comes, I run, leaving them there wondering if I have any remorse for what I’ve done. (I guess I need to get out of town…Now…