words.

I smile, I’m pleasant and couth,

I make everyone comfortable around me.

Those who know me, hear my cries,

They say “speak to me”.

I say “I have used all my words but you don’t understand”.

There’s fire in my soul,

and I’m burning to cinders.

What remains is ash and burnt parchment.

Words that remain but no longer complete.

I have used all my words but no one understands.