I’ve built myself a pedestal, so I can stand tall and high
It’s mostly made up of stories,
(Though there’s also some pretty lies).
It was easy to climb it and even more to look down from.
See, the words help you drown out sounds,
people and places; memories of things that hurt.
So that when you look down,
you can only see the memories
Of the time you created the lie.
There’s no way you’ll get hurt up there,
Words are yours to take, no one can hurt you
If you’re standing high up in the air.
But words make us prisoners
And sometimes they’re enough to take us down.
Just tell me a word,
Just one word.
And if that seems impossible a simple sentence will do,
And drag me down from my ankles to the cold reality of the ground
Remind me in one sentence what it means to survive
Gag me with new words and teach me their meaning
Show me the pedestal was worthless.
Show me the truth in human kindness.