Words
How is it
That you somehow count
The words I never said
How is it
Every letter stored
Is seemingly catalouged into your head
You analyze
Misinterpret,
Things that have never been
And i
Reep the punishment.
How is it... fair
Nothings ever fair
...i guess
How is it
That you seem to pick out
Everything of nothing from my mouth
How is it
When i silence my thoughts
You find the words
Your confused.
Paranoid,
Of things that are beyond you.
Because
My obedience is
Beyond the likes of you...
My acceptance
...you'll never have it.
How is it
That you trace a pattern
Through my mind. To your physche.
How is it
That those fabrications
Are made through your insecurities
You are weak
Not able
To be strong enough for yourself
Am I strong enough?
...do you want me strong?
How is it
Youve taken
Never asked for my words
How is it
My words opinions
Are always jumbled to your convience
You refuse to learn
To listen;
You are a child in need of chiding.
You are a taker
Why do you take?
My words are not for the taking.
My words
Are MY words.
How is it
Your words
Are not...enough?
Why is it
That
They've never been enough...
