It's Crazy Keeping Quiet.

I fight to keep the words inside,
to let them turn, and to burn alive.
Never have I tried so hard,
to ignore the beating of my heart,
and to let my feelings flow
before they could even start;
before I could let my anger go.

I've thought of things to say and do,
but have decided that I'd spare you
the time, the pain, and the wrath I hold,
which strips me bare and leaves me cold.

I let the thoughts run wild,
and break the barriers of my mind,
but bound by walls just before my lips,
so words don't form and I won't slip.
I won't say the things I want to say,
and my thoughts, you'll never find,
though sanity slips through the cracks,
and finds its way outside my skin,
and it breaks the walls down from within.

So many times I've thought to speak,
and blow you away, right off your feet,
with things you thought I'd never say,
because you'd never know by the way
that I keep so quiet, so alone, and small;
you'd never think I'd scream so loud.

I'll hold my tongue for you,
and say not what I wish to,
because deep down I know,
that your friendship, to me,
means more than anything,
and anger is a temporary emotion,
and I know that soon it will go.
So I'm keeping hopes that you won't.

Will you?

Sarah Gammon ©
11/01/07

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