Don't. Do not talk. Resist.

The anger you are afraid to show. 
Afraid of being mistaken as weak, impatient. 

Don't. 
Don't bother to approach. 
Don't bother to speak. 
For you might hurt the one who cares to ask you of your state. 
Let the silence speak for itself. 
Let it scream through your fixed jaw.
Let it burst through the eyes that refuse to meet another's. 
Let the one who hurt you, 
See what they did.
Simply made you harder, tougher. 
Depositing another layer of concealment.

Don't. Do not listen.
For when they ask you, 
You don't relive the horror,
The horror lives you. 
It melts the sadness
Which threatens to pour out of your eyes.
It ignites the anger
That fights with your tongue to scream
And blurs the vision with tears.