The neighbour's got just what i need

When I get that urge
I see everything and hold back
More than I should
Or perhaps should not?
Words
Are all they are afterall
For my thoughts
Are perfectly articulated
They are shiny and bold
Completely honest
More than I can say for the former
As for the later well its far too late
I will read this one day and cringe
All loathsome of self
Share a broken piece or two
Join the mad hatter
At a tea party where everyone is
Drinking coffee
Im all out of sugar