Swollen Lungs

I am quiet most of the time.

I just stare and think.

My words get frozen within my lungs.

And I believe my thoughts are deadly.

People tend to ask me,

"why are you so quiet?"

I just smile, laugh, and shrug.

 

I am quiet most of the time.

But my mind is

LOUD.

My mind is

SCREAMING.

 

I wish I weren't quiet.

I wish I shared my emotions easily.

I don't know how to start.

My words get frozen within my

Swollen lungs.

This poem is about: 
Me

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