Words

You think they're just words
That they don't really matter.
Or even worse they're feelings,
And those are best left ignored.
At best you think it's "cute"
But mostly you think it's annoying
That they mean so much to me.
I would ask what's in this for you,
But i fear i already know.
Is safety worth this sacrifice?
You say that's a bit dramatic,
How could you understand?
You cannot imagine how it feels
To know that the best part of yourself
Means exactly nothing to everyone. 
How it feels to lock your pride away,
To have to treat it like a shame.
Words are not my stupid hobby.
They are everything i am. 
They are the beat of my heart.
They are the tick of my brain.
Without them I'm just a corpse.
And when they mean nothing to you,
Does that mean i am nothing too?