Cry Baby Cry On

Bite your tongue,
And swallow those words.  
Enough years have passed  
For you to know  
When things are better off  
Left alone.  
 
Sometimes a heartfelt confession
Is more for one's own conscience
And not a goddamn thing for the other  
Except reopening old wounds
That continuously fester.
 
"Why here? Why now?"
The air seems to whisper.
All this time,  
And life beating you to your knees  
Was what it took  
To humble you?
 
The bed you made is hell;
I know that helpless, pained look.  
Averting eyes and distraught behavior
To hide the tears welling up,
Much like the fevered indignation
Of a child screaming of his plights  
In the bathroom mirror  
After that ass got the belt.  

Cry, baby, cry.  
No one is left to pity you.