My words

Words, words, there all the same yet so different in their portrayal
in my mind they do reflect, and many were gone with the sunset
they come and go yet strange it seems
, still all these words they haunt me
in strange times they have arised and
in inopportune they have left
but in my mind somehow they are set

they do arise inappropriately
though they are unmasked there still a part of me
you cant condemn what another does feel
you might not like it but only words are real

they hide the depth to your inner soul
sometimes they come quickly at times they drift slow
I need not think what they will be
because regardless whether i want them
their presence flows free

don't want to explain why they are here
sometimes its the realization that I fear
in different emotions and different tones
each one unique, each one my own