Why do you punish me with silence?
You say I can speak my words freely. But when I do, you pull away.
I have learned to be silent.
To use my voice like a wall.
As a confirmation of truth.
A measure of my worth.
I shared my story and let you into my depths, where my secrets are hidden.
I thought it was safe to let things surface.
To air long-supressed feelings.
To let my heart hope it was safe.
Instead, you punish me with silence and teach me my feelings don't matter.
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