Left To Leave Unintroduced

I can stop my mouth from saying, The wrong thing. No matter how appropriate it may be. To know it to be the right thing. Some not exposed to truth directed, Can not accept... Its effectiveness to overwhelm. And needless arguments to start, Is not my purpose to ignite them. Or have drool leaping from my lips. Heated from someone else's ignorance. And few have seen that side of me, Left to leave unintroduced. It's so dark and lonely, In those emotional pits. My peace of mind took a long time, Coming. Everyday I pray with faith, God has not created me to face... That monster I chase away. The one that seems to make okay, Dread, sorrow and invited remorse. Feeding, My need to fuss and cuss. Until someone's blood... Becomes my only motivation to taste. 'What are you saying to me? And why are you smiling? Your teeth! Remind me of fangs.' I apologize. I didn't realize I was smiling. So many appointments to prioritize. But while we are on the topic... Would you happen to know, Your blood type? Take my advice... Staying pro-active has its benefits. So few today live life unprepared. And I thank you. 'For what? ' Helping me not to say the wrong thing At the right time. 'Either way, I bet we both would have left... With an understanding, Made clear and understood. If using my mind, Proves not to be effective. I pack a gun. Always it leaves a lasting, And unforgettable impression.'