Words scare me the most.

They can enfold everything perfectly

and not let anyone see it.

Some days they hide pain and tears,

anger and vengeance disguise

as words the other days,

happiness and satisfaction may

envelop in many times,

yet I may not be able to know it,

and be late to wipe the tears

or lend the hand.

I have believed them

a numerous times,

but they are treacherous.