You hide behind your words, a sign of insecurity
I am because of words, exemplifying purity
Syllables are what you only learned to clap out
Syllables, what they make up, is what I learned I’m all about
Words, never can be taken back just thrown into society
Some see their power some use their force you read them like you pity me
Poor girl tells her tales in rhymes, living alone in black and white prose
Could I be telling your tale in those syllables without you to even know?
I could be writing of you, are you paranoid of sentences
Giving a flow to your previously only thought out consequences
Differences between you and I is the way we read a word
What you use to distract, I use to attract and so the story goes
Different perspectives lead to different lives to end in praise or repentance
Use your words to remain still while I dance to the beat of my sentence
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