The Standoff

Somewhere in this game of egos

I was shot or was it you?

I can't seem to tell, i'm so confused

I know I see blood, someone's bleeding

and from the pain i'm feeling it must be me,

but I look at you and see that you are bleeding too.

Then I noticed a gun in my hand and one in yours.

These guns were not filled with bullets however only

harmful words.

We both pulled the trigger, they lied, words do hurt.