I was quiet, but I was not blind,

Held it together, thought I lost my mind,

I have seen it all, yet still stand tall,

Remaining quiet.

I look alright, but I die inside,

Stay afloat but drown in the high tide,

Suffocating, my tears not baiting,

Yet I still stay silent.

I have no wounds, but I feel the stings,

What I’ve seen, the aftershocks it brings,

My lips tremble, I remain gentle,

But what lies beneath the tranquility,

Is the tremble of my scattered brain—

I’m surprised that I can remain tame,

I mask surprise while quietude lies,

With what my tongue and expression could say.

(Idk)