I hate confrontation and the conflict that comes from it.
Whether it be for something small or something major.
I would rather have an internal dilemma than speak up.
My mind is in a silent battle.
My heart in an emotional turmoil.
My voice is trapped in the middle of my throat.
My eyes are hot and fighting back tears of frustration.
My hands are shaky and anxiously running through my hair.
My body is a chaotic mess, struggling on making a choice.
In the end, it's always the same.
I choose to sit and smile, and pretend it's okay.
If I believe in it long enough, it'll become reality.
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The Things I Never Said
PoetryA series of poems that follow the theme of things I've never said aloud. There are the things I think about late at night when I reflect on my day and the things that go on in my life. I have many thoughts on my mind, I have a lot of conversations w...
