Friday, March 07, 2008
What Right Had I
What right had I to fight those mouths that uttered insults at my existence, judging it crass and decaying? What right had I to deny the words they said even if untrue, for I deserved at least, a little bit of what they said. Why choose to win the battle of words when most of what's been said has struck the delicate chords. I have no right to anger or fight off those that have been struck no matter how wrong they are, for I have been guilty too of doing wrong at many other times and being struck and being fought. But at the same time they have no right to see me in a low and bent state, they have no right to move past my inner shell and extract my inner most confessions.