It's not that I won't
It's that I can't
The words held below
Some hidden rant
Too deep to recall
Years' worth of masks
I want to bare all
But what a task
Given my record
Of shutting down
When I've been weathered
By my hometown
They took me to court
Affidavits
I could not retort
Thus, my habits
I was found guilty
Of all the lies
I told to save me
Suppressing cries
Internal schism
Got a sentence
To life in prism
Glass existence
Imposter syndrome
No thought is free
To make its home
Transparently
So my words all died
Suffocated
Too long left inside
Never stated
But make no mistake
I want no more
Than to somehow break
These chains I wore
My entire life
I hope to gain
Freedom from this strife
Peace from this pain
Of having no words
To share my soul
Since I'm a coward
Since long ago
So my honesty
You might ask for
Were it easy
I'd freely outpour
But these words alone
Now all I can chant
It's not that I won't
It's that I can't
About the Creator
Bethany Larson
Writing when I feel like it
Comments (1)
This looks like a stiletto and cats in the right places , excellent words