One Man’s Savior Is Another Man’s Devil

 
Do I rehash these former wounds
What benefit does it serve
When it can be far too easy to think
On the terms of what seems fair and what we don’t deserve

When truth stands to reason
Our scale is a skewed bias
Everything through the filter of our partial sense of pious

No entitlement to bitterness when we are the forgiven
Nevertheless we can all relate for the ways we’ve been betrayed
Our hearts recall the daggers for the ways we’ve been filleted

No claims to monsters lives
When we bear the blade of our own knives
We are guilty of our own share of treachery and treason
When we are both the conned and traitor in slight
We’ve all got our own demons that feed us a reason
Every friend is someone’s adversary in this fight

Personalizing the scope I zero in
After I weigh out the ways that I have hurt
Who am I to feel the way I do at times
As I excavate the fossils of this pain beneath the dirt

Nevertheless I digress in repulsion of this haunted past
As it all reopens and I become un-clasped
A question lingers like the stench of what pulls in me to vie
It remains a mystery but still I ponder why

Yet I cannot broach specifics
As I let the dead dog lie
I find no value in revisiting the splinter for the log in my own eye…