A Way With Words!

a way with words
or a way with words
i wish i could remember
so i'll sit and grip
and bite my lip
i won't die by my temper

i've got no interest in being
like that, does that make me
bad? we're all different as
i'm always told but why do
i feel so belittled when these
people come within earshot
it's because i know what
you're thinking isn't it?

i don’t need a mountain to climb
my intelligence rises so i’m
staying put on the ground
to mull on what I’ve found
and not let my pretences shine

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