There Are Words Poem by Philip Hunter

I have spoken words,
I never wanted said,
And cannot bear the sound,
Of hearing them aloud,

Words that I've written,
I wish were never read,
I'll throw away my pen,
And won't ever write again,

Then there are words,
Deep within my thoughts,
Which I am forced to think,
Though I would rather not,

All of them are words,
That have to do with you,
The reason why I hate them,
Is because they are true.