Words

Words are my best friends
whenever I can name my pain,
they keep me company,
in my crowded but lonely mind,
as I suffer, trying to stay sane.
When I’m scared and away from home,
they comfort me better than
any other friend I couldpossibly find.
Then they’re also my worst enemy
when my pain doesn’t have a name.
They often betray me,
Disappearing like a ghost,
Just when I need them the most.

Like many best friends
and worst enemies, they just leave,
making the two, one in the same.
Life has a way of happening to me
in many ways I cannot explain.
That’s when I turn to people,
hoping they will let me blow off steam,
and listen as I babble and complain.
I complain that my words lack fidelity,
I complain of their fickle ways,
But most of all I complain
that they come back to haunt me,
just when I need them the least.
They come back out of the vast blue
and force me to relive,
my suppressed anger and my pain.
Then they tell me I have nothing left to lose,
and just some closure I can hope to gain.