The Dart Thrower

I have been a Dart Thrower in a room full of balloons
My desire has only been to clear the air between us
And I have tried to have true aim
But I know my focus has been too much on popping balloons
You know how much I enjoy the Pop! Pop! Pop! as my darts find their targets
Red One…. Pop! Blue One… Pop!
But now, after all my darts are thrown, I see you standing there
Dart-scarred and bleeding
With your hands full of knives, unthrown
And I feel sick and sad
And I realize how lucky I am not to be
In an empty room full of broken balloons