Pity Bath

What does not break you leaves you bitter
I watched that expression before
a mingling of resentment and bleeding wounds
revealing your past upon that sketch blank.
History claws into your heart
staining the delicate future hope.
Play that self-pity chord again
Pull the empathy from the crowd
Would their shallow mourning lessen the burn?
How can they know - How you have suffered -
Wasn't it all against the rules?
So life's not fair (not fair)
(but a future's beautiful).
Shake those bitter scales let them fall as dead
forsake them for hope.
A sketch blank renewed.
I watched that expression before
what does not break you leaves you with a
past.