My Words

These are my confessions, My soul put on paper Flitting like a dream From my head to my fingers Until I don't know anymore Which is doing the writing. Hear my words that I daren't speak aloud Screamed and sung to the crowd Full of strangers, and I Know that you'll use my words Abuse and misunderstand them However you want to With no regard to me. Of course, I can't turn back now Because shyness has made such an Exhibisionist of me; And I know if I stop now Then I won't start again And then, what will happen to me? I depend on my words that I scream Without moving my mouth So I cry, dry-eyed, without making a sound Stare out windows, Rehearse what I'll never say... So come, listen to me If you have a while Maybe you'll understand, Maybe you won't but I try Anyway, though I don't get it I don't get it at all I don't know I don't know But my words do.