The Unsaid,
the words I keep down, mute them out
because sometimes I realize they are bad
or selfish or just unacceptable to myself,
So, I pretend to not have felt
I try to ignore them
Dismissing their existence
Labeling them as delusions
No, I couldn't have felt it
So, I shove them down
hide them under pile of other feelings
till it's no more felt.
A temporary solution.
The temporary resurface
as soon as it spots a weakness
Digs it's way out of the pile
come and clutch my heart tight
making it pound louder than before.
The unsaid doesn't mean not felt or not ignored
the feeling never leaves even if it's still unacceptable and not admitted
No matter how much you weigh them down with reasons
they still exist, silent, and waiting
for their chance to weigh you down
with their burdened ignored self's.
********************
I don't know if I make much sense in this, but "the unsaid" is every feeling we are too afraid to admit, words we don't say as they might hurt someone, a sorry feeling, a guilt feeling, a love feeling or a hate feeling that our logical minds refrain to follow.
So I think everyone will have a different feeling to relate to, may be, if anyone reads it though. Thanks for your time.