Hurting in secret, yes that has been been my main.
Your umpteenth blows have always made me go pretty insane.
I disappeared from your shape because my shape couldn’t fit in your geometry.
And I have been through a mysterious disappearance and lost all my abditory.
I abnegated my caper and traded my weapon for silence.
And the silence of my small bedroom whispered to me ‘let go off the pain'.
I gave them my bones because they didn’t have wood to make their shelter.
But they all mock me around and call me a boneless feller.
Their repetitive same mistakes has scraped all of my trust.
Being unnecessarily polite has degraded all of my self-respect.
So I befriended the silence and drank all my anger.
Because my anger makes me feels like I am standing on a flaming burner.
Loving the silence, yes that has become my new game.
Shutting my door to the loudness of world, dare you say my name