I'm hardly an idea.
I speak.
I breathe.
I think.
Everyone hears me.
I speak nothing.
I breathe the same.
I think of nothing.
My nothing is those filler words
The ones to fill up the day
When the real words
Just hurt
My filler words don't hurt
They make no impact on me
They impact other people.
That's how I'm just an idea
There is nothing left of me
I've given it all in.
Sacrifices to survive.
Ideas can hinder and help, but they
Have no mind of their own
