What you say

Why do we talk in riddles
It's a thing I cannot stand
We beat around the bush so much
But all we hit is sand
And talking isn't talking
But just volleying with words
Our speech becomes a weapon
Our tongues become our swords
Words are ill considered
And we say things we don't mean
We'll build you up or put you down
There is no inbetween
We talk and talk of nothing
For nothing's all we know
As long as ther's an ear to hear
Or someone sees the show
I see our knowledge wast away
With words that no one hears
Like puddles in the summer heat
That dry up and dissappear
Now all we want is freedom
To say what we want to say
But what we do not realize
Is no one hears us anyway.