At times,
  I lash out
    beyond reason.
Unspent emotion
  bottled up
    until it explodes
      with no immediate target.
A tongue like a dagger
  and words like flames,
I pierce hearts and skin
  with less than perfect aim.
It’s the ones I love most
  that my wrath always seems to reach.
I hate myself for lack of restraint
  and the scars that I leave in my wake.


(January 30, 2012)