I’ve always been way more comfortable surrounded by words. Words that weren’t my own. Music, Books, and poems were where I would run to. I would feel whatever the people wanted me to feel. Music calms my nerves and protected me from the world. Books sent me to another world somewhere no one but me could go. And poems they told me the bad reality of the world in a fun way. All together I would be safe and that's what I need but nothing works when I can’t tell if I messed everything up with words. Words that protected me, kept me sain, have now failed me. I trusted you words and now you have failed me without even trying. How could you do this to me.