My mouth is silent,

Just as it is as of others

Brewing emotions left unstirred

I kept my lips shut

Suppressing every word

Every thought

Every cry

To appease society

That I am law abiding,

Civil

Quiet

My voice is hidden

Not for you or the world to hear

If I speak, it is of the words in which

The people expect me to say

Rehearsed

Nothing of my own

Putting phrases into an empty crevice

A pleasure for you,

I would speak

Yet my hand still writes

It will tell of all my hearts

Wants

Wishes

And sorrows

Speaking in the form of writing

Screaming and cursing your name

Crying out for the ones

Who will hear my silent plea

My hand will speak of longing

It’s heartache

If you seek my voice,

See it in the pages drowned

In my thoughts

For I will not speak of it for

The ears of the people

I will not say or give any amount

Of words to the ones who say

That my voice is most precious,

When all it is just noise.