That weapon in your mouth
Holds more power
Than you could ever
Possibly fathom

The projectiles
Blasting out
At the speed of sound

Ricocheting off the walls
Until it hits
Its intended target

Putting another dent
In the armor
Guarding their heart

On the brink of falling apart
After enduring countless
Hard fought battles

Creating an inherent fear
Making them weary
Of those who surround them

Causing them to always
Keep their weapon loaded
Ready to hurl hateful words
At the drop of a dime

Shooting down friend after friend
Breaking heart after heart
Losing yourself on the battlefield
Until you are no more

Creating a thick skin
Hard exterior soft interior
Barring entry from all
For fear of that weapon
We carry in our mouths