Swollen Lungs
I am quiet most of the time.
I just stare and think.
My words get frozen within my lungs.
And I believe my thoughts are deadly.
People tend to ask me,
"why are you so quiet?"
I just smile, laugh, and shrug.
I am quiet most of the time.
But my mind is
LOUD.
My mind is
SCREAMING.
I wish I weren't quiet.
I wish I shared my emotions easily.
I don't know how to start.
My words get frozen within my
Swollen lungs.
This poem is about:
Me