Words.
They pour out of my mouth faster than I can think.
Fly off my fingers too quick to stop.
Meaningless and soft.
Yet dangerous and sharp.
But you don't understand.
How it is that I can ramble on.
But you won't understand.
I’m trying to hide exactly what's wrong.
So yes, it is a test.
For each and every one of you.
And you have all failed.
But someday one of you will catch me out.
And confront me on this masquerade.
And listen to exactly what I have to say.