If my words convey my heart's affair,
Why do they hint at disrepair?
I've always thought that all was fine,
Then what's beneath these words of mine?
I strive to pen thoughts pleasantly,
But my words resist vehemently,
My feelings pure but words malign,
What's hidden beneath these words of mine?
When I force my hand my words abate,
But my thoughts begin to aggravate,
What ailment does this state define?
What's hidden beneath these words of mine?
What secrets do they hide from me?
What they know so well but I don't see,
Why don't my thoughts and words align?
What's hidden beneath these words of mine?
No sorrow dwells my words are lies,
But my words' convinced its otherwise,
Am I being deceived or just asinine,
Is there nothing beneath these words of mine.
