I've got words
Lots to say but their stored away
Even when I need to release them the most
I'm the quiet one, meek and mild
They call me the 'golden child'
But they don't know what goes on in my mind
They are indisputably blind
I've got words
So much to say about today and yesterday
But if I said it all I'd hurt, you'd hurt
Once the egg falls and breaks
A runny mess is all it makes
The cold shells cannot be put back together
The shivers will be felt no matter the weather
I've got words
Too much to say, I could go on for days
But wisdom is profitable to direct
The words in my mind, I am unable to reject
But my tongue is mine to control
So those words remain mine and mine alone
So till I am ready to share
What I believe you are fully equipped to bare
Just know that tgough they can cut like swords
You will hear those words
