I wish I had a pencil
I wish I had a pen
then could write down
what’s going on inside my head

I didn’t have to come
You said
But I thought
ignoring was rude

You’ve told me many times
That I don’t have to lie
I don’t have to keep
every emotion inside

And yet when it seems perfect
I still want to cry
the twisting, the turning
Where I have to lie

I lied to you
It cut deep hitting the bone
It scorched away what remained
You trust was broken
By me

Not all prisons
are made of steel and metal
~
some are made
of silence
and our own minds