A life of their own

Will you ever understand 

that your words have a life of their own

They sting, they bite and they mold

You into something you are not 

yesterday, nor day before, not tomorrow

Why I wonder that is

You don’t see it as it is

your words have a life of their own

As they leave your lips

And ring in my ears

Pounding in my head

An ache, it grows in my heart

Is it rage, is it helplessness

Is it anything I can name

I know not anymore

I run in circles 

In my head I scream

Out loud so you hear, 

so you did understand

But know not I

What you make

Of my aching heart 

And the pounding in my head

I hope one day

You will see

The scars they leave

Deep in me

Buried they stay

Until I can take no more

And drift away

To a land unknown

Were words are not spoken

Were words are not heard

Just the sweet song of the birds

Drowning out everything 

But the kind voices

The words that caress

The words that love

The words that care 

too deeply to hurt

And I catch myself 

In a dream that 

can never be mine..

Am sorry darling

The world is 

Not but a dream

And that the words 

Have a live of their own