Nobody Believes Me

Unspoken

I don't talk about
My past.
I don't talk about
The things I remember.
I don't talk about
Why it haunts me at night.

I don't tell anyone
What's on my mind.
Because it's a lot of memories,
Of tight hiding places,
Deafening yells,
Bruises and blood.

I don't reminisce
About my childhood.
Because nothing good
Came from it.
I'm covered in scars,
Inside and out.

To those around me,
My past is cloudy;
Shrouded in mystery.
Because I don't talk about
The things that keep me up at night,
The things that steal my breath.

For a long time,
I blocked it out.
So much that I forgot.
Almost like it didn't even happen;
But the unspoken truth,
It that is did.

The effects haunt me.
I can't trust,
I lose my breath to anxiety,
The memories claw their way out
From the place I had them trapped.
And my whole life has been a result.

So here I sit,
With my own screams
Echoing inside my mind.
With the image of my beaten body
Flashing behind my eyes.

So each night
Each day
It haunts me.
My unspoken truth.