Confronting

Hate that

The something, someone wrong 

That leads to confrontation

 

It’s quite exhausting

Irritating

And a little disappointing

 

The thoughts don’t work as words

Too dull and slow 

You start to choke

 

And gagged on

Drowning, drowned out speech 

That’s damp, all weak and watered

 

You lose your edge 

Your voice

And then you splutter something nice?!

 

There’s also something said for maybe 

Trying 

To be blunt

 

But you’re just mean and sharp, a bit cutthroat

And end up spitting blood.