Acting out emotions may delve into extremities

Throwing knifes of truth

And bullets shredding thin

 

Ricochet

Ricochet

Ricochet

 

Against the walls inside your mind

Against the walls inside the room

Against the walls keeping confined

Scarlet laced regret

Of words that didn’t mean a thing

Of actions not thought through

 

But is it really true

That acting without thinking

Is the truest form of you

 

So the ribbons spread out on the floor

On the walls

On the silent lips

Of invoked wrath

Aren’t the actions you’d regret

 

But rather

The things better left unsaid