I am troubled and you must be too
The world is troubled and all its people too.
I look around and its chaos everywhere.
I close my eyes and there is chaos everywhere.
She yells, some shout.
They scream, they cry.
They exhibit their chaos,
Decorate it with jewels of pity.
I remain silent.
I give away nothing.
I do not share my chaos.
I do not display it on my walls.
I remain silent through and through.
They think I am good but I am behaving.
They think they can see me but I am hiding.
They think I am calm and I wish I was.
I am chaotic inside, and no one knows.
And I tell them not of my fears and feelings
Because I am a coward with a façade of bravery.
And I have a reputation to keep.
I am chaotic inside but not on outside
And you would know this if you knew
That my silence doesn’t speak of calm and quite,
But yells of the chaos I hide.
You would know my secrets dark and deep
And my insecurity and uncertainties,
With whom I sleep.
If you spoke the language of chaos,
You would know.
My silence is not that of a meadow,
But of the sky before a storm of torpedo.