328. Poem by Jaden Knight

Your tongue is sharper than a new katana
inflicting wounds every time you speak
dripping venom all the time
in order to maximise the damage caused

Your eyes are like tiny daggers
piercing all with their gaze
always appearing to search for something
not too much gets past them

Your heart is a barren waste land
toxic and uninhabitable
no love has ever been received
nor has it ever been given

You demand respect but fail to give any
and yet you wonder why
surely if you could love yourself
others may come to also