Frustrated
You tell me my words are sharp and cut so easily
So I dull there sharpness
Now you say my words are too soft and don't cut deep enough
Which do you prefer
I am not a puppet meant to do however you please
I am not a servant who will kneel to you for favor
I prefer to keep my words a secret, as they have now become to large and to sharp to meet your needs
They have become to mean, to real, to true.
I do not know how to control them any more.
For now they will stay locked away, as they cannot be tamed. Best stay away, or you will be maimed..
But as I keep them chained
They start to nibble at my brain
And work there way down to my heart and some how find there way to my faith
How shall I keep them hidden and not let them defeat me
I shall make the lock large and throw away the key
For if they are let lose
no one will be left.. but me...
