Slicing through the air,
Penetrating so deep,
Words from hate,
Or sometimes love,
Emotions so strong,
Words so sharp heard,
Uttered without notion,
Of what force is there,
The sword of the mouth,
Utterances thereof,
Slicing, and deep,
Sometimes gentle,
Sometimes sweet,
Never truly there,
Always is hidden,
The meaning behind,
Behind the mask we have,
We put there to,
Block everyone out,
But our words reveal,
Ourselves,
So when I am afraid,
It shows in my speech,
When I hesitate before,
I say what I mean,
When you look at me,
And wonder my thoughts,
I try so hard to hide,
My words tell the truth,
And, no sharper sword,
Has ever been used,
Than that which comes,
From within.
