Their True Meanings Poem by Garry S.

A word that can't speak,
Without making any noise,
Presence's enough to maintain peace.

Being near means I'm alone,
Who makes me different,
Which I'm coward against to.

Have ability to separate things,
Bye stating their meanings,
Minor features pull us apart.

Kept it hidden multiple times,
Still whose existence's inerasable,
From which you can't run.

Can't hear without its presence,
Everyone've their own capabilities,
Depends on their listening range.

Been there always within me,
You are the reason,
Disasters were overcome by me.

Properties which are connecting us,
We recognize those matches,
Considered possibilities can't be denied.

Didn't regret by using it,
Tried to erase but,
Mirror will be more visible.