I present a shitty poem, by me:
Some things are better left unsaid.
Some things are better left inside, so they can only hurt you.
Because sometimes the truth hurts.
And if it gets out into the air it can soak through people’s skin,
And into their hearts, leaving a lasting burn where flesh once was.
So it’s better to singe your own heart,
Than to be the reason for someone else’s pain.