Sharp Words and Regret

I hate to hear that voice of fear when It rises within me So I rage and turn the ice to shards of glass and cut past all of it into the bright blinding day. But in the light, I never say what I mean to say. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never know why when you pluck, I punch and when you pinch I batter through. Anger was needed, but I was so mean to you. I never say what I mean to say when that black thing has my tongue. It uses my words- Im good with words An boy was I good with you when I ran you through. I'm sorry I'm sorry. I never say what I mean to say. I love you.