When wit is cruel, it cuts rather than charms. It may draw laughter, but it leaves bruises. It turns intelligence into a weapon instead of a bridge. Wit is a sharp tool— In the right hands, it opens minds. In the wrong hands, it draws blood. Cruel wit often hides pain, fear, or ego. But behind every “just kidding” might be someone quietly shrinking. The true art is knowing when to be clever and when to be kind. Sometimes the bravest wit is gentle.