i don't like to open my mouth
it's better, it's safer
when its shut
from time to time
i think i can handle my voice
but i'm always mistaken
you see,
my voice is a weapon, it's a gun
the words attack, with perfect accuracy
they make Stable, unstable
Confident, insecure
Fearless, fearful
my words hurt
yet, at the end of every conversation
the person walks away
i'm left alone
feeling vulnerable
because i have no power, i have no control
so i don't speak
i put the gun away
and forget it exists, erase it from my memory
but from time to time
i unconsciously open the drawer
i see the gun
the memories resurface
and i become afraid
afraid of the weapon i possess
"take it away
won't someone just, take it away"

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