A Silent Voice

A voice trapped inside, wanting to be heard.

Hiding in a chasm of memory
Beneath a thousand of thoughts and feelings
Cowering and cringing like an unwanted child
Is a voice longing to be heard
But in fear for a history to repeat
Chosen to stay in its prison
Evading to endangers anyone's life
It's suffering alone, listening to its own echoes of cry
And the one who owns that voice within
Turns all her accumulated feelings and thoughts into written words
Developing a new skill as she loses the other one
A beautiful art she creates with words that she alone could appreciate
A story only the writer could know and understand
That behind those carved words are a tornado of emotions and feelings
But as the voice remains to be silent
The thoughts remain to be loud
Refining the skill of a cursed writer
Pen and paper became her voice
They help the writer creates her masterpiece
But keeping them from someone else's eyes
Afraid for anyone to see through her
This silent writer was once been a chatterbox
Until she realized that her words are knife to everyone's heart
For they make a fine scar to their hearts
And leave a mark on their minds
A wound opened because of a spoken voice
Broken hearts and ruined trusts of dear friends
Only because of a truth destined to be unspoken
A voice destined to be hidden
A selfish little devil insisted to be heard
And now learned to hide and locked itself from its freedom
It becomes an unwanted thing to the world
But a silent voice is a knife to her own
An invisible pain thrusting itself through her heart
But she have to endure the tempest inside her
To keep everyone's hearts safe from them
A truth that could ruin everything
Should be hidden and locked up
Words that should never be voiced
But they keep growing and getting severe
Filling the hollow of her chest, surrounding her bleeding heart
Echoing until they reach her mind
A forsaken shadow always following behind
Begging, asking to be heard
But seeing the sweet smiles of her dear people
She ignores its cries and loud knocks on her heart and mind
And instead turns them again into written words
And hide them because they're her little treasures
They are the writer's arts
A writer's strengths and weaknesses
They're not supposed to be known
Until they're too much to take
Written words are not enough to ease her pain
They're not enough to keep her heart from breaking
And her mind from destroying her existence
They need to be let out
They need to be heard
Beautiful but painful words need to be voiced
Because the truth need to be known
Pretending has never been good
Wearing masks can't hide the deafening silent cry of her pain
Being quiet can't always keep everyone's heart and soul from breaking
Years of being a chatterbox and years of being silent
She only realized two things:
Spoken words destroy others
But unspoken words destroy her.