No one is safe from the words that escape our mouths
whether they are directed at you or not
they sting

Many those words were meant for the person saying them
they were some way of saying
I put up so many walls
that I can't even be nice to an innocent person

My wrath is not meant for you
even if it reaches you
it was meant for me

I am not even mad
Just lonely
in a spiral of building more walls
to hide from the world I avoid
to make it my fault that people don't like me

to give them a reason an a silver platter
so they don't poke around and tear me apart
to find the things I hide about myself

Remember my wrath
it is not meant for you
it is my way of pushing you away
because it is just easier