When you're silent,
anybody can write your story.
Your silence becomes their interpretation.
Arrogant face.
Cigarette in-between pursed lips.
Glaring eyes.
Place your assumptions.
Little did you know,
it's a mask.
Her silence is barricade from showing
the most integral part of herself.
Her silence,
is filled with pain of yesterday's unnoticeable wounds on her hips.
Her silence,
one day will be forever.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
When you're silent,
anybody can write your story.
Your silence becomes their interpretation.
Arrogant face.
Cigarette in-between pursed lips.
Glaring eyes.
Place your assumptions.
Little did you know,
it's a mask.
Her silence is barricade from showing
the most integral part of herself.
Her silence,
is filled with pain of yesterday's unnoticeable wounds on her hips.
Her silence,
one day will be forever.
