Quiet

Why must I speak?

Whenever I do, conflict ensues.

Words are spat into each other's faces,

False accusations in all places,

As I helplessly watch.

I apologize yet again,

Although you say I am not to blame,

But to me it is all clear, and I live in shame.

So why must I speak?

I'll be silent for a while,

And bottle everything in,

And these horrible disputes

Well, they won't happen again.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741