I'm not angry; my lips are just fused shut
Or maybe I am angry but you're there
And you're talking at me while I stare
Forward. I'm listening but I have nothing to say
I listen when you talk and I hear the words
You say but sometimes I just want to be
Deafened with a peaceful silent sea
But you're deaf to me because I'm mute to you.
I'm not angry; my lips are just fused shut
I'm feeling overwhelmed and you're right
Next to me my face is getting tight
I feel like I've walked through a desert looking a you in a bittersweet oasis
How could I make a sound when opening
My mouth feels like a war crime
But all I feel from you is frustration at the times
I haven't responded; won't you see my short nod
I'm not angry; my lips are just fused shut
Or maybe I am angry but you're there
And you're talking at me while I stare
Forward. I'm listening but what can I say
Note: I tried to add more poetic techniques to this one, I'm not usually one for rhyme but I think this one turned out pretty well.
This one has more emotion behind it; I wrote it for my mum. In fact I wrote it after going out with her - she got upset with me for not being talkative cuz I'm not talkative and I wanted her to understand why. So we got home and I sat in the hallway for 15 minutes, wrote this and sent it to her with the title: 'never bring this up'.
Feelings - Ew.
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Hiraeth
PuisiThe poems I write when I can't sleep or can't find the right words; lame, I know.