but have you mastered me?
Why insist on telling us
What hurts and what does not?
Don’t tell me it’s for the best while my stomach is in knots
It may not almost be over and it’s not a bloody test
These aren’t pearls of wisdom, they’re benign at best
Do you know my demons?
Better yet do you know your own?
Don’t speak of pain you know not of
Don’t quote the Gods with foreign names
Just listen to the silence
The vacancy of our souls
She chose to ignore it
He chose to wear it on his sleeve
Does this make us less than you or
Could this make us more?
Don’t tell me years of darkness
Won’t blind you in the light
Don’t tell me bones heal easy
With no fracture of a fight
I don’t envy the white swan
Nor will I desire her in black
Be quite, listen, step back
I don’t want to hear your answers
You haven’t studied this quite yet
It doesn’t make me smarter
But it may lessen my regret when saying
I know my soul
Now do you?
My dear little pet
Be wise with pain and treat it well
Feed it or starve
Not with senseless pity but reason and suave
Every empire needs a crown
Be the king
Is filled with hunger and disdain
Just don’t tell me what doesn’t hurt
Until you feel your army’s pain