So silent in here
just the click click click
of the keyboard
the occasional sigh
or the shuffle of feet
Soft sound sounds in here
only the tap tap tap
of feet against the floor
the scratch of pen on paper
maybe the creak of the chairs
So loud in here.
I don’t know how to use my words,
they’re jumbled and useless.
When I speak I wish I hadn’t.
They tumble out unhindered
before my mind catches up.
I’m too nice for my own good,
I aim to please too well.
Pushover, shove over,
I never think about me.
You’ll never know my mind,
I’ll never tell you anything at all.
You won’t know the thoughts I have.
They’re stocked, locked away
like a safe in a forgotten place.
They stay put,
never see the light of day.
But then they get too hard to hide,
bursting from the inside out.
A storm of thoughts
unspoken, pushed back, ignored.
Words scratching at my throat,
fighting to get out,
burning.
My thoughts are not my friend.
Always on hyper drive, racing by.
I wish I could turn them off.
And enjoy the silence for once.
Penned Creations 