Things I've Left Unsaid

Brains sometimes leak from skulls,
Like ghosts from wrecked ship hulls,
As careless ink is spilled,
Leaving one feeling thrilled
By a long-standing hope for change,
Until you remember, people think you're strange,
And why would they want to help? Why change?
But that's all in the past,
It matters not now, just poetic entertainment to last.
Sometimes dreams fade and die,
As new ones form, from days gone by.
To learn is to know, but to know is to learn,
How often, the candle must burn,
You cannot have one without the other,
Or consciousness you smother,
Creativity you smother,
Kindness you smother.
Soul butter was spread too thin on conformist bread,
And so the bread cracked, filling the room with dread,
But I hadn't noticed,
The damage to those closest,
Trying to fix it, would only squeeze out some truth,
That many an average citizen would call uncouth,
And so it was put into a glass bottle, with a cork,
That could only be pried open with a fork,
...Which just so happened to be missing,
And so the bottle sat, heating,
It sat, and sat, and sat, eventually boiling,
As a search was held for a fork to pry it open
And release the mounting pressure, before it was broken,
A burning hatred was boiling in that bottle,
A frustration with society, that could go full throttle,
Could damage people's minds, hearts, souls, and self worth,
If one were so inclined to open their big mouth.
Eventually the search was brought to a grinding halt,
When the bottle shattered, spewing boiling salt,
It made quite a scene, and made others angry,
That one had dared to speak so darn frankly.
My big mouth couldn't have been shut any longer,
Words were said that could've been nicer,
Although the truth, they hurt like a shiner,
The message was one they needed to hear,
But the words used, could've been easier to bear,
Could've been much more tactful,
Instead of an angry earful.
I have no regrets for what I said,
Just how it was said,
But that won't stop me from speaking my mind,
I'll just be more careful how I respond, and be more kind.
This battle ended in a stalemate,
But I will win the war, and end this hate.