Inside me is a cold war, too afraid to escalate; hushed battles thought but unspoken leave halves of broken things - your opposing half unheard of, unmade.
Inside me is a novel, unabridged and maybe ten stories thick of insults and hideous truths leaking from my brain going, to you, unnoticed - my thoughts unheard, unsaid.
This wasn't originally my idea. A friend wrote one original poem and let me play around with it, resulting in two different poems. (original poet: Eric Khong)