When the tongue

Lashes out,

The words sting the soul.

Some will keep up

Their pride, but they

Are no longer whole.

Hide behind a small smile

You'll always have

Your dreams.

Today doesn't matter

If the ends justify

The means.

But a glimpse in the mirror

Proves you're not

So blind.

I wonder which is more tragic,

To be the victim,

Or to find you are unkind?