Molehills

Sticks and stones and broken bones
And words and face and poise and tones
And realizing one second late
That what I said is what I hate
And when it's not so crystal clear
If what I mean is what you hear
A set of scales, a crocodile
Silent judge and mask-like smile
The only choice that ever mattered
Leaving me broke, bruised, and tattered
All intentions null and void
These things have me paranoid