Words

I have a way with words,

Or so they tell me.

I enjoy words,

More so than anything else.

This life can be challenging,

I like my escape.

I like to sit down with words

And exist only in my own world.

Can you not see that the words

Pouring out of me

Are my suffering?

I am only this way,

Because the world made me so.

I try to change

And that is why

I read and write.

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