Be easy with words

Be easy with words, for they target my heart like a sharpened dagger
Will it or not, it will transform my form, and cause me to stagger
I laugh not because life is filled with plesantries and joy
I laugh merely because people think im their heavenly envoy
Pick up my plate to feel its true size and weight
Then coem back to me and tell my why you think I'm irate
The poison of the syllabuls of a small word
Can cost me my sanity which I can just about afford
I may seem loose, off the touch even perilous to all
But that is not all that a person like me can hold from a fall
There is a part of me I can never uncover to any old soul
But there is a part of me that can distribute itself like dole
In my circle of words that I live amidst, swim along with and keep true
There are very little that will realise this, a small group the few
That a butterfly does not stay long in its cocoon
And I will emerge better than before, to your likeing quite soon.