Words Hurt & Words Heal

 I have too many shits to give already
 I don’t intend to give no more
 Gone is the time when every little critique
 Pricked me right to the core

 I burn in fumes for a second
 It pinches as it should
 Yet I don’t let myself succumb to it
 I save my fuel for the good

 I remember the time I’d waste
 Over guilts, mind at war
 I rather be calm than impulsive
 I know it’s not worth anymore

 I’m trying to overlook harsh words
 When it haunts back too loud
 I put them in a poem
 Someday I’d read out aloud

 I know there’s no ill intention
 But words are powerful my friend
 They cut through and heal
 They're everything you do or don’t intend