You like being honest.
You say it’s the best policy.
So, you say whatever that comes to your mind.
Without thinking about the consequences.

You call me sensitive.
You deem me emotional.
When I voice out my hurt,
Pain caused by your recklessness.

But you don’t care.
You like exercising your right to be brutally honest
So, you never once cared how your words affected me.
How it caused me distress for years

Because while it took you a few seconds to utter those words,
It took me years to heal from it.
But again it’s none of your concern,
Cause you were just being honest.