You know that this is a war,
But what are you fighting for?
You drop words like bombs,
Through the destruction you're still calm.
You don't argue for a right,
You just argue to start a fight.
I wonder if my perception of you is wrong,
How much longer will you lead me along?
If there is a soul in there that feels,
Why can't you use words that heal?
Instead your words tear away at my defenses,
You stab at my heart with every sentence.
I wonder do my words hurt you as well?
Do you lose sleep over what I've yelled?
Do you even hear me inside your mental barricade?
Or are you too busy fighting wars that you've made?