Maybe if I put up
A tough exterior,
You won't know
How weak I am inside.
Maybe if I hide
Behind my walls,
You wouldn't know
How vulnerable
I actually am.
Maybe if I turned
A blind eye
I wouldn't have to
Accept this as my reality..
... But it is...
And,
My tough exterior
Is slowly deteriorating.
My walls are slowing
Crashing down.
I'm hearing
Loud, and clear.
And hindsight is 20/20.
YOU ARE READING
Unleashed Silence
PoetryI could fill a thousand pages telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. In fact I don't even understand but I fear of drowning in the words left unsaid.
