Words

These words have their own life
They flow with their own vibe
Is not about the rhythm or the style
Is about the silent tears the writer cries

These words express pain
The joy of a mindless game
They describe what’s lame
Testimonies of the mistakes I made

These words go beyond my voice
Since everything is posted in every letter
My way of making an impact, causing noise

These words embrace my feelings
Spreading myself in each line
Knowing the true me as you keep reading
The twisted thoughts I have inside

So don’t just think of them as ink, letters or lines
They are more than just words
They are the hollow voices of my mind
Story teller of my life