Drowning in words
I grew up surrounded by words,
Literature that put stars in my eyes, endless possibilities.
Words that showed me what love was supposed to be like,
Words that told me I could be whoever I wanted.
Ones that evened out my jumbled thoughts nicely,
Until the whirlpool of words consumed me.
A brewing storm of reality enveloped me as I matured,
as I learned that the world may not be so vibrant after all.
Now I feel like I am drowning in words,
and when I come up for a breath of air,
I feel them shoved into my mouth from an unfamiliar hand.
As I see words manipulated by the corrupt.
Lies fed through the television and media, my naïve worn,
as they root for our country to fail.
Bills and taxes and expenses, the numbers grow and
I see my father come home more tired every day.
As the words strip down this picture I painted in my innocence.
Those who speak the loudest have become the most deceiving.
Words wear me down until I become silent.
I am still surrounded by words, so many words,
But nobody seems to choose them carefully.
Nobody seems to weigh their words sparingly.
Our freedom of speech doesn’t seem to be free at all,
it comes at the cost of our vibrancy.