Bitter Pills and a Spoonful of Honey

It's simmered,        
spitting back at me.        
Whatever I had to this place,        
it's embittered me, somewhat.        
My lack of caution shows        
when I speak.        
       
I don't like to sugarcoat it.        
       
Am I to supply a safety blanket        
when the truth wants to burn?        
All I see is all I have brought        
to a 'liberal' community.        
Poetry, as I see it..        
       
..Is to strive for truth?        
       
As is every word one speaks.        
It's taken it's time to grow        
and it's come further in the end        
it has a light glow,        
but I've lost the ability to care.        
       
It's interesting to comment on it though.        
       
And who knows,        
it may build itself up        
only to stagnate again.