Shameful Schadenfreude

Some of the wounds in life just cannot be healed.
The best we can do is forge ourselves a shield. 

Crucibles that burn away imperfections…
Leave us a shining aegis of conceptions.

Choose, over weapons, to wield strong defenses.
Inflicting your own pain deafens your senses. 

Only for your melee will your hurt go numb.
When smoke clears, it’s back; a throbbing double sum.

So we heal & we scar & we shield the rest.
Reject the norm of hurting others the best.