what about you?

You are but a bunch of recycled thoughts. A select few favorite words that you use over and over and over again. Shuffle, shuffle and reshuffle to verbalize a thought that you are too scared to otherwise rid yourself of; for what are you without your thoughts?
But if you word thoughts were gloom? And what if your words are poison?
What about those you care for and those who care for you?

And what about you.