Does anyone ever tell the truth
when they say how they feel?
Some part of them holds back,
afraid of offense, frightened
of rejection

Everyone holds back
I just want to scream
exactly how I feel,
but repercussions would
vibrate back and snap me
in two.

So I hold my tongue
and softly speak sweet words,
pouring honey in your ears,
things I know you want
to hear.

Trapped inside,
dead, though I'm alive,
the silent screaming of things
I shall never say,
shaking the bars of the prison of
my lips.

I'll keep it hidden away,
'cause fear is a tight chain,
and I am a
coward.

So I'll slip back
into the shadows
lest I say too much...
Running from this madness
until it catches
up.

here you are, you crept in and watched my skin peel
watched as i placed it  gently in neat stacks to the side
you're looking, still gazing, judging if this is right or real
edging close ever silently, you move with an effortless glide
there is no logic in this, it's not linear, no rhythm heard
just something shed quietly in an instant, let upon the world