Count Me In

Anger.

It happens with everyone

You are no different

Just incredibly hurt maybe. 

Truth.

We all seek,

Not even a thousand lies make up

Not even the words not even music 

When its all said and done, there is no way to un-do.

Regret.

They say it's of no use

Then why it was discovered in the first place

It takes you on a trip to the past making you see the voids unclouded.

Ego.

It doesn't spell s-e-l-f r-e-s-p-e-c-t

Like a termite it eats you up

Block your thought process and make you question every other soul.

Compassion.

One of the rarest and most precious feelings

Never let go if you find such a hand 

It's angelic, inspiring and beatific too, makes you a little better.

Love.

Like meeting someone who knew even the dustiest corners of your messed-up being

More of a naked truth, like the Saint-Gobain glass

Ineffably awesome but equally difficult and hurtful

It's more like once you're bitten, y'll never wanna be the same again!