Poetry-the things we don’t talk about.

There’s a hundred million different thoughts jumbled around in my head,

All about the same thing,

Like the words to a song that you write, but don’t dare to sing,

Like the hidden glances,

thrown back and forth,

And the untaken chances,

That we don’t take accountability for,

There’s a million different things I could say right now,

Examples I could use,

But instead I’ll bite my tongue,

And stay forever confused,

The words I say,

The opposite of what I write,

And the humble silence,

All day, and all night,

Like written words,

Never to be told,

And forgotten paintings,

Too dark to be sold,

Like the quiet cries for help,

Hoping nobody will actually hear you,

And the words too far felt,

The feeling of not knowing what to do,

Like staring in the mirror,

Hating how you look,

Wishing your skin was clearer,

The jealousy you feel for the characters in a book,

Like being completely fine,

But behind closed doors,

Secretly screaming and crying,

Laying on the floor,

Like staring at him,

Knowing you’re not good enough,

And not telling your friends,

That you like him, and want love,

Like the songs I sing alone,

When nobody can hear,

And the ringing of my phone,

When we’re all in bed, forgotten of fear,

Like the tears that fall,

When nobody can see,

Or giving it your all,

And feeling appreciated by nobody,

Like the forbidden whispers,

That no one can understand,

Or the ‘I really missed her’,

That won’t come out even though it can,

Like Untold stories,

Never to be heard,

Or the ones before me,

That are still fighting the hurt,

Like the unsaid ‘I love you’s’,

That can be seen in their eyes,

And the pitiful issues,

That get in the way of goodbyes,

Like the secrets we don’t tell,

And the lies that we make up,

The untrue words that we sell,

And pretending to be tough,

It’s all here,

The things we don’t say,

Just because they’re not communicated,

Doesn’t mean they don’t exist in some way,

You can’t get rid of them,

The things we don’t talk about,

Like secretly still loving him,

Or the unshared doubts,

You can’t run away,

From your own secrets,

That will never be shared,

Because to yourself,

Is where you’ll keep it.

These are the things that we don’t talk about,

The things that are shushed in our minds,

The things that never fail to keep us without,

Happiness and love, maybe it’ll be forever, until we find,

We keep our mouths closed,

Because that’s how we survive,

Feelings don’t matter,

If you wanna stay alive