Bland words for Broken souls ~ A Poetry section

Because any pen can fit letters together
any man can call it a word
But it's the emotions behind the worker
the turmoil behind the author
that verily make your message heard

I write of things that hurt me
and things that hurt others
but I can never understand my own verses
to me, these letters feel so bland
They feel like fake feelings, belated
But others read it, and they say it resonated
so Here I stand,
words in hand
Hopefully I write something we can both understand.