Silent Battles

One day, I thought, maybe I should talk again,

Maybe they’ll hear me, maybe they’ll understand.

But the words left my lips, twisted in air,

And once again, they thought I didn't care.

"You wanted this," they said, eyes so cold,

I tried to explain, but my story got old.

No, it’s not like that, I whispered, unheard,

But every reply was a blade, every word.

They said I hurt them, though I barely spoke,

One small truth, and their hearts already broke.

I didn’t even tell them all, just a piece,

Yet even that shattered our fragile peace.

I was angry, but not in pain,

Yet now, it feels like I’ve lost again.

So I decide—no more words, no more fights,

Just silence, just shadows, just endless nights.

I’ll do what they want, I’ll play my part,

Pretend to be happy, silence my heart.

But something feels off, something is wrong,

Yet I keep walking, pretending I’m strong.

One day, I’ll win, I’ll leave, I’ll be free,

But will I still recognize the real me?