Weak

They say
"Stand up."
But I am too weak to crawl.
They say
"Smile."
But I am too weak to cry.
They say
"Be quiet."
But I am too weak to
Shed these masks.
Lay down my fists,
Close my mouth,
Control my temper.
Don't let anyone hear what
I'm not saying.
The fine art of holding back
These unshed tears
Is getting to me.
Why does no one
understand?

Reviews

[DepthWriter]

Sometimes, it is what is not said, that screeches through the atmosphere... Loved the flow... the questions in the piece give pause... for readers to absorb words spoken before-hand... Well done :)