Sarcasm and Smiles

Words are like swords
Especially when they attack from so close
Always waiting for an attack from beyond enemy lines,
you rarely expect the familiar dagger
It slices sweet and leaves deep wounds
If history was a lesson I learned well,
I’d have made my walls of iron and stone
Instead I have always lowered the gate, flown the white flag
I cover my scars with sarcasm and smiles
What covers yours, dear brother?