No complaints
No questions.
No expectations.
Bury them in your chest.
If you can,
tie them into a knot.
Press it hard.
Let it pinch.
Let it scratch.
Let it cut.
Let it rip you apart
and bleed where no one can see.
Just don’t let it out
especially not through your mouth.
You may let it escape
once in a while
as tears,
or a tired sigh.
But words?
No.
Keep them buried.
They will pile up
one silence upon another.
Until you are angry.
Frustrated.
Confused.
Clueless.
But you are not a fool.
You know.
You have always known.
What was left unsaid.
You simply choose silence.
Because the moment you speak,
you become difficult.
Too sensitive.
Too demanding.
Too much.
So you swallow it all.
And smile.
No complaints.
No questions.
No expectations.
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