sowing seeds

we plant
seeds, we plant shards
of glass.
we put things in the way
for others to see
to bump into
and grieve.
we're kind
we're mean.
our self is divided
between
wrong and right,
good and evil. the
shell of us at times
shines bright,
but often hides the vengeance
within
and acted upon.
nothing grows
from a heart like that.