Nails In The Fence

There is a short story I've read, one that has become engrained in my mind

The little boy in the story struggles to control his temper so his father gives him a bag of nails and a hammer

He tells the boy to hammer a nail into the fence each time the boy failed to contain his anger.

As the story continues, the boy hammers in less nails each day, until one day the boy doesn't need to hammer in any

When he proudly informs his father of this, his father says to pull a nail out each day he goes without losing his temper

When all of the nails are removed, his father tells him to look at the holes left in the fence He explains to the boy how the fence will never be the same

He says that it's the same when you say things out of anger, they leave a scar, just like the nails left a scar in the fence

So I sit here now, pondering this story, and the concept of it

I'm asking myself whether you would learn anything from this story

I'm asking myself, if you were to grasp the concept, would you think to look at the scars you left on my heart?

Would you even notice?

Eternally blemished, scars upon scars litter my tarnished heart, burning and tearing it apart

It seems as though this is a lesson you were never taught

But even if you were, would it have made a difference?