Bitterness

[azndoll]

Who hasn’t sharpened the edge of his soul?
When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate,
and just after learning to walk, we are tripped,
and just for wanting to love, we are hated,
and for no more than touching, we are hurt,
which of us hasn’t started to arm himself,
to make himself sharp, somehow,
like a knife, to pay back the hurt?

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