Your Words

You're so deep that you're drowing
In your own words of wisdom.

I hate to admit that you're good with words,
Words that make me cry because they relate to me so much.

The words on your paper are prettier than mine,
Cuz you were raised that way, and I wasn't.

You're so nice I don't know what to do with you.
You're so nice you don't realize you're hanging with the wrong people.

It weird that when I look at your face I loathe you,
But when I look at your words, it seems we could be best friends.

It's strange you could stab so deep into me,
Even though I feel as if when you do so, I won't bleed at all.

Your look is a sugar plum fairy,
Your words can be the same.

Your look is an evil demon,
Your words can be the same.

Your words work magic,
The dark and the light kind.

Your words will reach me through the shield
I try to put up.

So please don't speak to me,
I'd prefer pretending to know who you are,
And not know any further than that.
____________________________________________________________________________

It's really no use trying to compliment me if it comes out sounding like an insult. If that happens, I'd prefer it you'd never tried in the first place.