Words without meaning,
Can't do much at all.
Words with meaning,
Can do nearly everything.
Those who can't tell the difference,
Will always be hurt.
Those who can,
Will succeed.
Those who can lie,
Will hurt the most people.
Those who can't,
Might just hurt more.
Contradiction is everywhere:
Say something,
Mean something else.
Do something,
Feel something more.
Words may heal,
Words may hurt,
Words conceal,
Words reveal,
Words are impossibly complicated.
Feelings can be misdirected.
They go every which way.
Again comes the hurt,
Again comes the pain.
Feelings confuse all.
Twisted and burned.
Sick and revolting,
Blackened with the lies of many,
Bright flames destroying what we tried to make.
A world with words and feelings,
Self-destructing and crumbling;
A world gone mad.
I'm not sure how I feel about this one. Tell me if you liked it. Thanks for reading it!
-Z
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Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
