Words

I work with them, but coming from others, I can't help but bite my tongue on my own words I wish to scream to escape the hate, the pain, and the disapproval of others.

Crawling under my skin, words begin to fester and grow 

Incurable this disease may be, for I can't let them go 

See, I just don't wish to take things to heart and so 

I just wish that my being wasn't so serious, and I could let my true spirit show 

I could just be me if this disease would leave me alone

But this disease won't leave because I don't wish to be on my own 

Words are all around me from different people, places, moans, and groans 

Whether reality or in my own thoughts, there is no escaping them, they're full blown 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[revalatia]

words really can be a plague...a curse, a cure.. .And much more..
I like how in this piece, you seemingly can't escape the words.. even your own--
For the sake of loneliness, even inner silence can be treacherous. Thank you very much.. Like this one very much :)