Reticent is my new preferred word
Not revealing ones thoughts
I'm blunt to the bone
But not about what matters
The cat has got my tongue.
I'm entrapped in my own fortress.
My own chains strangling me,
but no one can see.
Im drowning. I can see everyone else
swimming and laughing and living.
I'm pounding on the glass,
but still they can't hear me
Why am I thinking these words
Late at night when all I want
is to fall into a blissful sleep.
Will I wake up better? Who knows?
