Written for a competition
Prompt: Weapon of your choice
Words are like weapons-
They cut like a knife
Words are like weapons-
They're not always nice.
They can cut you down,
Make you cry
You use them
And so do I-
Words tell stories,
they fill up a page,
Make up the books on our shelves
But they're not always pretty
we're only hurting ourselves.
I'll break you down with a string of words
I'll leave you speechless, when it really hurts
If you let those words inside your head
Your voice will be gone,
You'll be quiet instead
Scared of what they'll think
Scared of what they'll say
So you choose not to have a voice
Because there's no option to run away
From the words inside your head
That are there to stay
If you let those words inside your heart
They will break you down
Tear you apart
So let them roll
Like water off a duck's back
Keep your head level
Stay on your track.
Because the words can't hurt you
Unless you let them
So keep going forward-
And don't look back.
