Inferred

Whether a pad or a computer screen I hide behind my writing,
Because the piercing power of my words is all I need to use for fighting,
I can extinguish your existence without moving from this chair,
You may say that I'm afraid but I honestly don't care,
I can impale you with a metaphor or bruise you with a verb,
Using just my words I can kick you to the curb,
I can be fearless and faceless a mystery on a page,
Giving you a longing for compassion but only showing rage,
Maybe I'm a coward but at least I have my words,
It's my job to send a message I wonder what you will infer.