I Won't Say It

It's a sort of cowardice.

I Won’t Say It

 

There’s a fire inside me that’s pooling in my gut,

burning in my throat,

blazing in my soul" distracting me.

 

Choking on bitter dust, bitter dust, bitter dust;

bitter dust and ash

I’m voiceless, thoughts provide my only sanctuary.

 

There’s a pain.

There’s a sadness.

For in my dreams I’m still haunted.

 

But on the surface I’m lifeless.

Motionless, cool, and collected.

By God, no

I won’t say it.

 

Author's Note

I hate feeling or admitting that I'm jealous or envious. It's one of the worst feelings ever and it's extremely amplified for someone like me because of how sensitive I am to everything and everyone. It makes me feel selfish.

It's a sort of a cowardice...
I wish I'd just speak to it.

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