The Danger of Comfort

No one can beat me up better than I can beat myself up
Maybe that is why I don't give a damn and I don't fear anything
Like a chain, I am only as strong as my weakest link
My weak link is memories/heart
They are what make me foolish
The armor that shields these memories was let down
And my heart was pierced by someone I do not know
Thus I have compromised myself
As a side of me that has been hidden
Has now been exposed in detail
To eyes that appeared understanding
Perhaps that was a misconception on my part
Maybe I sought understanding and found a brief moment of it
Perhaps I have let too much out that I shouldn't have
In a manner that should not have been had
Yet what has been done cannot be undone
Has a lesson been learned?
Not really
As much as coming out of my sheath hurt
There was a benefit in the sharing
In that I felt understood for but a moment
Yeah a whole fleeting moment
Perhaps that moment wasn't even real
However, the opening of my scar tissue is devastating to my being
It is easier to hide behind humor and sarcasm
Than to come forward                          
If only there were a hole deep enough to climb into
I would climb in and hide forever
Alas, I dwell in the dark anyway
What hell could be worse? - Arachne 9/20/06