I have this splinter in my heart.
Cold and sharp, it makes me start.
It has no business being there,
I wish I could learn not to care.
A proper person minds it not,
Their woes, once felt, are soon forgot.
They brush away their tears and smile,
All is forgiven, in a while.
But in me it’s claws dig so deep,
It makes me shudder, makes me weep.
And no matter how I scream and shout,
I cannot get that splinter out.