You wield my words as weapons
Aimed straight at the truth
No need to deal with me directly
When you can sit and read
But these words are open
To so much interpretation
That how you can assume to know
I’ll never understand
The only way to find
What I really think and feel
Is to hear it from my mouth
Not from the essence of my muse
Who draws her inspiration
From so much of the world around her
So as to pollute the message
With noise meant to motivate
Distract and entertain
Don’t worry, I won’t try to speak
Until you’re ready to hear