It’s a blessing to have this space,
Where we express without disgrace.
Unfortunate are those who hide,
Feelings their loved ones can’t abide.
They get irritated, turn away,
When you repeat what you must say.
Don’t blame them, though it's hard to deal,
When you can’t control the way you feel.
Worse it gets when sickness stays,
And ridicule darkens your days.
In the end, you choose the quiet,
Keep it in, avoid the riot.
Yet silence fuels the growing strain,
Till it erupts in hurt and pain.
Confusion stirs within your mind,
To speak or leave your voice behind.
Live your life, or live their way,
This turmoil grows with each passing day.
You wait for peace that never comes,
Bearing the weight till you’re undone.
Financial burdens press you down,
Your health declines, their voices drown.
Nagging echoes, constant fight,
How do others bear this plight?