The Words

The music speaks,
A girl so wistful yet so silent
Her thoughts screaming
But everything seems all good
Her words come out
-as lies
Yet, wanting to speak
The truth
(nothing but lies)
Saying is
“I don’t know” or I don’t care”
-but know everything
The thoughts that kill,
The pain that keeps,
Remains silent like the dead .
She’d rather suffer the pain
Then tell


No telling what she feels

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