Words pore from your mouth like putrid slime.
I have to pretend that it all fine.
Drowning the world and ones you love.
As you look down from above.
Your harsh words with cutting ends.
Nicks and tears at our friends.
Can love mask the pain I feel?
Am I supposed to have heart of steel?
Make me believe that it is not true,
All the words that come from you.
These words are like shards of glass.
Cutting trough the mask.
Invisible to eye.
Impossible to deny.
But under the skin they make me bleed.
I twist and turn to set them free.
But yet they stay with me.
Alas forgive and forget,
No...maybe not yet.
The debris will hit you one day.
When I finally explode in a spectacular way.
Then maybe you will see that your words affect me... they cut me deep.
