These words

 that tumble from

  my mouth as malformed gargoyles

    of hurt and pain

       are not me

  nor do they speak

      of what

                     I am

Allow them to simply

 fall on the ground

  like raindrops

They are not intended

  to be held, or kept in

   glass cases like some 

     exhibit in a museum of

               wrongs

They are simply evidence

  of a small mind

    that is lost

      to itself