Silent anger, I hold back.
Out of reach, I keep you distant.
I smile so you think I'm okay,
Never saying what I want to say.
Holding back, with tear filled eyes.
I never show you the tears I cry,
But you've always sensed my demise.
You brush me off like a piece of lint,
Hoping one day I'll feel content.
I don't tell you what's wrong,
Because you never ask.
You look right through me like a piece of glass.
Holding back, this breath is my last.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts via The Moment. (poetry)
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