I am a gentle man
I am terrified of breaking things
Yet I throw eggs at people just for fun
So that might mean I am more than a little reckless
Not quite sure how to overcome myself
I wear kid gloves in the presence of a select few
A position I dare not enjoy
Then, there is no other way around it
Some people must be carried carefully
Cradle their heads so I don’t break their necks
Don’t play with their soft spots
I will always have warm milk available to soothe their nerves
But for others I need not be so gentle
I can raise my voice and need no pardon
No explanation
They will let me be as brash as I can be
And you know how brash I am
I don’t understand the why
There’s some difference in personalities
Or I might be a different person
To go from a whisper to a screech in the interval of a moment
Moving from one dialogue to the other
One dialogue to another
I put an another glove
If I were to treat everyone the same…
I’d leave scars
Damage fragile emotions
Develop animosity again
I am a gentle man
But I’m going to hurt someone
It only happens when I change gloves
This pair is slippery and I’m going to drop the baby
I’ll never raise my voice again