Emotional damage can be a domino effect. You -- yes, you (any of you) -- are quite capable of inspiring injury simply with your words.
We, I meaning I, don't necessarily know who you are referring to, though it sounds suspiciously like me (and I've heard Carly Simon sing about this, "I know you think this song is about you"), but I suspicion that you know this quite well, and do it anyway. I will never be sure what you meant, because it's locked up in your damaged soul.
You know the significance of 'you' without a modifier, a name, a description. You know that there are lives out here you can damage, hearts you may wound, anger you may inspire. The 'you', which is replete in your discourse could be you, a piece of you, a piece of him, or a slice of her. You may be referring to me when you call out someone else who's not even a part of your story. But who really knows? Because you are hiding behind the veil of implication, setting imaginations free. Passive-aggressive in nature, your words are petty vendettas.
We, I meaning I, don't necessarily know who you are referring to, though it sounds suspiciously like me (and I've heard Carly Simon sing about this, "I know you think this song is about you"), but I suspicion that you know this quite well, and do it anyway. I will never be sure what you meant, because it's locked up in your damaged soul.
You know the significance of 'you' without a modifier, a name, a description. You know that there are lives out here you can damage, hearts you may wound, anger you may inspire. The 'you', which is replete in your discourse could be you, a piece of you, a piece of him, or a slice of her. You may be referring to me when you call out someone else who's not even a part of your story. But who really knows? Because you are hiding behind the veil of implication, setting imaginations free. Passive-aggressive in nature, your words are petty vendettas.
Whether you mean to or not, oh, am I now speaking of you or me now? Whether you mean to or not, you create these stories in your head and spin them into things that may or may not hold truth. You, which could mean me, or you, may not understand the sheer devastation we/you/I may hand off to another's being because of your/my inner vitriol and spite.
You/we/I can't come to a truce on this, you know. Is there no winning in word-salad, vomited out into the ethernet like a deck of cards? Maybe you got the Joker, but I got the Ace and you know what that means, because the Joker always looks like he's a mess.
Let's not be coy Anne Johnson and Carter Sweet -- I win, because I see the truth.
