Twisted and shuffled
What I spoke
Built walls around me.

When my words had fought with angst
Along the neurons,
Desperate to find a suit.
And create a set to compose a
beautiful symphony,

Confident of their abilities to enchant,
The string of letters,
which had won the moot.
Trickled down my lips and fingers,
My heart trustworthy.

Twisted and shuffled
What I spoke
Fooled those around me,

Into believing
That I really meant what I said.

When it was just a battle of syllables.