You use me
Time and time again
I am a convenience
Not a person

All the words I've ever said
Are nothing
Compared to all the words I never said

This feeling of disrest
Are those jagged words teetering on the tip of my tounge

I have no semblance to an actual person.
I am a tool at your disposal.

If I were to ***** all of those consumed words,

I would cease to exist.