Words.

Words are simple, words are heard.
Talk is cheap and talk is dirt.
Thinking about your words my mind just churns.
Thinking about your words my heart feels hurt.

Sentence after sentence our windows exchanged.
Thoughts after thoughts I still felt chained.
Can't decipher the little words that you say,
can't comprehend the meanings they're meant to make.

I learnt to be numb, I learnt to feel dumb.
I felt that it's impossible, I felt that I can't.
Fuck those moments, the moments of dance.
Fuck the memories, forget the months.

My heart is dampened, likened to the mould.
Feelings are rampant, but yet untold.
I end my story with this poem so emotional,
I want to be myself, I want to grow.