Wisdom is the cruelest
It makes me see why I can't,
But why you can.
I remain compassionate.
But this is just as hurtful to me
As your claimed injury is to you.
The looks I get as you talk more
Cause me to hide in hot shame
Though I swear to you, I've done nothing wrong.
I've said I'm sorry, I've asked what to do
But you don't believe me.
I want to admit
That it was you that caused this
But Wisdom holds my tongue,
And Empathy holds my heart
So speak of me with acid
I'll do naught but bite my tongue
And though the taste of copper numbs my throat,
I still swear to you, you've won.