Externally, I’m vocally silent.
Internally, I’m screaming with rage.
Externally, my face is neutral.
Internally, the fire is ablaze.
It’s a mystery how I got to this point.
How I figured out when to shut up.
It took many years, many feelings hurt, many fights.
But I learned when enough is enough.
Sometimes speaking wastes my energy.
Sometimes my words get lost in the fury.
So I wait and I ponder .
I tear myself up.
Till I’m ready to say what I really want.
It comes out much smoother when the fire goes out.
I can talk without exploding.
Sometimes the conversation goes well.
Sometimes there’s no smooth sailing.
So the pattern repeats, I choose to stay quiet.
What’s the point in arguing these days.
My silence, oh I know it speaks volumes.
Plus, I’m fucking tired anyway!