I lay on my bed in silence
no bad thoughts, nothing with violence
it seems a memory was all it took
to make me have a empty look
having a moment for what I've lost
of all the pleasure's, and all they cost
Self Isolation saves me from "I told you so"
And then they wonder why I never tell them when it gets too cold
Willing to bite my tongue just to suffer in isolation
My problems aren't yours, and are not up for delegation
Your curiosity is annoying, as your apologies lack pity
For where you see such beautiful vistas, I see a crumbling city
Judged for being silent, judged for being loud
Scolded for minding my own, yet hated for not intervening
What would work for both of us, so you are happy and I stay sane
To keep my secrets just as they are, to have us both stay in our lanes
I stay stubborn in my own mistakes, making and paying for them in due time
And as the choir to a hypocrite church, you feel inclined to intervene
No good walks this earth, and no good is in the helpers
Nobody requested shelter, you were never told to enter
Yet you call it "worry", Just another victim to help both your ego and your image
What is the primage needed to unload my problems to your "Ship of good will"
Yet still, even now, you pretend my silence is a cry for help
silence stubborn annoyed
