random poem just right now

I am not alone.

The words I speak
the things I feel
they lie on my skin
as proof that I exist

and all around there are voices
words of good and evil
kind and hate
warm and cold

i can hear them
i feel them on my skin
they seep through
into my soul

the evil words
burn my mouth
break my soul
leave me weak

but kind words come
and water dry ground
quench my thirst
and all is well again

there are kind words
kind words meant for me
they lift my head
and hold my sanity together

and so i can look up
and see that i am not alone
there are strangers all around
with kind words just for me


So i just decided to post a poem like 2 minutes ago
and this spouted from my brain. weird, huh?
sorry for the uneven punctuation and capitalization and...grammar too, probably.