Words

My words create conviction. Or rather it's the thought of action. See in reality I'm quiet Because nothing is better than silent I may seem to be out spoken But my mind is something that's broken My writing calls action But I can't follow the transaction. People like what I say I hope that my words have an effect in some way But they're empty words on a black page So please bare with me, I promise to change I still figuring out when that day is Until then, ignorant bliss.