Sorry for the noise.
I should be quiet.
I know to keep my mouth shut,
I know what happens,
When I don't.
I should keep things to myself.
Play my role by the script.
I'm supposed to keep quiet.
They always know,
When I don't.
Ignore the loud voices,
The sound of things breaking.
I know to be quiet.
They get mad,
When I don't.
I know they say to leave,
So I don't have to be quiet,
I don't have to feel pain.
But I'm afraid to leave,
And be alone.
I know I have to hide them,
All the bruises and cuts,
I can't let anyone see,
I'll just get more,
If I do.
It's hard to see this is wrong,
When I'm out of options,
And I think there's love.
If this isn't,
Then what is?
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
