It’s easy to become bitter, lower our standards and accept less than we should.
It also easy to die…anyone can do it.
So why, when get hurt…do we cauterize part of our souls?
Cover it in scar tissue, hide it from the world..
Poisoning us from the bitterness waiting for the jerk who hurt us to die or worse live?
I’ve got my share of scar tissue…we all do.
And it still hurts.