You have a full vocabulary
Of excuses
And explanations
Words fly from your mouth
Meaningless and dull
As the tarnished nails
In a poor man\'s toolbox
For you are poor in spirit
Though you try so hard
To speak of love and strength
You cannot even convince yourself
Of your own self worth
Hiding behind words, throwing out phrases
Desperate attempts to remain sane
And superior
To turn everything into a complex
And complicated state of affairs
Editing life and conversation as you would a book
Displeased with authors, slashing plots
I see through the wall of words
I see that you are not happy
And never will be, but I am not your chosen lamb
To bleed for sacrifice, I am not
Your token sinner to burn in the town square
For your ego salvation
I am nothing but a person who is done
With your nothingness of words
That run like vomit from your lips
That never cease
That separate us
Words you will never see past
Or be free of
You will go to your grave
With never a loss for words
But having lost everyone
And everything else.
2008 Anna Husain
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