I just….don’t want to talk

Underneath a tough front, a frail heart,

Behind each smile, there might be a hidden tale.

Feeling tired, wounded, aching deep inside,

I want to cry, but no friend can talk.

Yearning for joy, wanting to be carefree,

No one to share, no one there with me.

In the day, acting strong, keeping it in,

Nighttime reveals the struggle within.

Facing the pressure, holding onto pain,

Keeping silent, enduring like the rain.

Wanting to share happiness, but all alone,

Longing to relax, but no true friend to phone.

Pretending strength through the daily grind,

Night unveils vulnerability, and thoughts unwind.

The world’s weight, a burden to bear,

Silently enduring, a story we wear.

Being truly strong, keeping quiet and strong,

Enduring the hardships, moving along.

Not putting sorrows on someone else’s plate,

Holding it in until a brighter date.

In this big world, where understanding is rare,

A tired heart, seeking someone to care.

Troubles and sorrow carried on my own,

Craving warmth, not wanting to be alone.

As time moves on, getting used to the strain,

Pain and fatigue, like an enduring refrain.

Despite the hurt, despite the unrest,

A day will come when we find some rest.

To speak or not, does it matter?

Silent or spoken, a shared human pattern.

Thank you for reading!