Closed mouths don’t get fed.

I don’t understand,

Was I being punished for the things I never said?

That it’s my fault for not saying what was on my mind?

Is this the bright idea?

She liked me better when I was quiet.

Mouth shut,

Never complimented my smile.

Like a pretty doll with sealed lips.

She added me to her collection.

And so the early bird got the worm.

I went hungry,

Shrunk and faded into invisibility.

If I confronted her now she’d tell me that

Closed mouths don’t get fed.

By not saying anything I was asking for it.

But closed mouths still deserve to be fed,

And it wasn’t exactly a closed mouth,

When you had me in a muzzle.