Silence.

I wrap myself up in silence.
My existence only known by the slight touch or a wandering glance.
Only able to be heard through the softest of sounds.
I keep my silence, until needed. Or wanted.
This is how I’m seen by them, quiet. Mysterious.
But inside, a storm is brewing.
Dark clouds linger; attach themselves to a shriveling soul.
Demons burst into chants, as they explore the endless depths of my mind.
Constant indecision plagues my psyche, while my heart struggles to love.
The feeling of guilt, and shame, and sadness rips me apart, even at night,
When the stars are supposed to shine the brightest.
Even through all of this, I keep my silence.
Handing out well-wishes and happy thoughts to everyone.
 
Something that I know I’ll never have for me.