Too many when you don't need them.
Too few when you do.
Never the right one comes to mind.
Not when you need it most.
Like a sour chord in a song that never ends.
Always longing to be heard the loudest.
Competing with a chorus of millions of other words.
Other people's words.
It's easy to get lost in another's words.
A phrase here, a phrase there.
Easier to use other people's words than your own?
Or does the meaning somehow disappear?
Intentions get cloudy, misunderstood.
Charming and eloquent.
Blunt and to the point.
Wrong or right, those are the words that matter.