Caught

Some words catch me
Off guard,
Or while running from them,
Hiding from them,
But they find me suddenly.

I imagine that my mind,
All pinkish,
Is like a subway system,
Running smoothly,
Until the words catch the right car.

They climb on board the car,
Taking hostages,
And forcing everyone to listen,
They hurl insults
And mock the life that is mine.

But everyone in the car is me,
And being angry,
I attack the words with sharp looks
And slice them,
Cutting them into paper snowflakes.