They ask me why am always silent
Am scared of words that I speak
What if my heart slips bear
And the vulnerability in me stares
Right through your eyes
getting a glimpse of my battered soul
You will realize my path is so rough
And maybe in your mind laugh
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT MIND
Poetrywriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
