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The Things I never spoke about.
Posted by the lonely wanderer
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6:47 AM
The things I never spoke about
Are the ones closest to home.
It’s hard to be myself
And harder around you.
But those thoughts and fears
Deep within, a part of me,
Still exist in their quiet depths
Wondering when they’ll be discovered
Cowering from the world
Protecting their beings,
Forgetting to surface,
To face the truth.
The harder things, the loneliness,
The discreet but real feelings
Reaching the brim but never pouring,
Screaming soundlessly,
Begging to be heard,
Lay there untouched, unknown.
The things I never spoke about
Are the ones closest to home.
It’s hard to be myself,
And harder around you.
Are the ones closest to home.
It’s hard to be myself
And harder around you.
But those thoughts and fears
Deep within, a part of me,
Still exist in their quiet depths
Wondering when they’ll be discovered
Cowering from the world
Protecting their beings,
Forgetting to surface,
To face the truth.
The harder things, the loneliness,
The discreet but real feelings
Reaching the brim but never pouring,
Screaming soundlessly,
Begging to be heard,
Lay there untouched, unknown.
The things I never spoke about
Are the ones closest to home.
It’s hard to be myself,
And harder around you.
