Taming a bitter tongue...

Today, I found my heart pounding frantically out of my chest as I said the very thing I never wanted to utter out of my mouth. It was the truth I thought out of anger, and found it was nothing more then a bitter cut I had exposed to another. I wish sometimes the art of holding you're tongue was easier than fighting a raging lion inside societies cage. For people say constantly through the act of being bitter, speak you're mind don't let anyone have the upper hand when in the battle of whit. Yet I find, what's the point of whit if it's only to cut at another's character out of hurtful speech and competitive pride. Being blunt can introduce us to the excuse of right and wrong do to our escape from being loving.. There is always a time and place when the truth must be revealed with stern precision, yet there is also a time to hold back from lashing words and piercing daggers we throw in anger. So today is my day of reckoning. I have calculated the facts inside my heart and found the truth wins in the battle against my selfishness...lets withdraw from the battle field of careless pain.