The Silence

I tore myself to fit the mold

A quiet lie I never told

I wore the mask, not what’s beneath

A borrowed face on borrowed grief

 

I'm not the voice you'd want to hear

Not sharp enough to draw a tear.

I'm just a song you'd rather skip,

Not a plan , just a man, still just a kid.

 

I've been the echo, never the shout

The kind of silence folks don't want to talk about.

I fill the room, then disappear,

just the kid you never knew was here.

 

 

Some nights I sleep with the ghosts I made

The ones who left, the ones who stayed.

The ones who landed inside my head

I've listened closely to what they've said

 

But even the dark can start a flame,

A broken doll can find a name.

I'm still the silence in the sound

But I’m still learning how to stand my ground.