Those lovely words

I have always heard actions speak louder than words.
Apparently my poetry wasn’t read or overheard.
I have killed men with the mere writing of my pen.
I have destroyed the bond of best friends.
People have cried and even some left traumatized.
Mouth open wide with stunned, shocked look in their eyes.
I guess seeing all the destruction my words caused.
I owe myself a big fucking applause.
Now I realize I have that special mark as a poet.
And your god damn straight I’m not afraid to show it.