Staring into the truth

It’s staring back at me, staring with so much silence and couth.

What can I do? What can I say?

For me and my bleeding heart have chosen to stay.

Trapped, forever trapped.

In your mind twisted in a thread I am trapped.

In a last effort to regain my shaky balance I snapped.

Scared and afraid, I brush off my fear and sorrow.

They can never know.

They don’t need to know.

Why should they know?

My body has grown weaker.

The branches of life that make me who I am have faltered.

All I want is to be happy.

Happy with you, fortunate to have found you.

But how can I when I’ve got a deadly wound I claim to be untrue?

Untrue for if it were in face true it would make no difference

Because in the end, it’s still the same, only more anger after the deliverance.

So the deadly wound is ushered into small words you can’t hear

For if you were to hear it I would be pierced by your bitterness like a spear.

Don’t let it fester, be honest with me.

Sit down, talk to me, let it be.

I can’t, I’m trying, but I can’t.

The second I be honest, the second I let things be

My mind might explode, my resentment runs free.

So in my trapped area I stay with the familiar suffering of silence.

Suffering, yes, but at least it’s safe without urgence.

I cannot escape, I cannot make things better.

The door to leave is there, the door unlocked for the average fretter.

But I don’t want to leave.