Now a poem, the name of it is Silence
I stare at my hands,
Quiet, shaken like a lost child
My thoughts wondering from here and there,
But always ending with the simple word, Why?
When you ask me how I feel,
I'm shocked, not only because I didn't think you'd care
But because it's the only question that I had no response to,
Still in silence, I strained a smile
Of course this was a lie,
I was furious and I had so much to yell
I didn't want to seem problematic or foolish,
I didn't want this situation to get out of hand and become augmented
Oh if I knew what this was doing to me,
Keeping all of my emotions bottled up only harmed me
I cried and screamed to myself, in my own sanctuary
But still in the public, all I did was sit in
Silence