I chose silence, a weapon of peace,
For I knew how sharp my words could slice—
Not from indifference, but from fear,
Afraid that what I held dear would disappear.
To wound a heart, to sever ties,
All with the sting of a careless lie.
So I stayed silent, keeping it inside,
Letting love and anger both collide.

But sometimes I wish people would turn away,
Stop caring, stop trying to stay—
Because without that love, it would hurt less,
No risk of losing, no more distress.
Yet now I sit in an empty room,
With no one left, and the silence looms.
I ache for the days I couldn't see,
The love I took for granted, carelessly.

I glance at the mirror, and who do I see?
A stranger staring right back at me.
Is it the one who shut others out,
Or the soul, once pure, lost in doubt?
I don’t know her anymore,
Was she kind, or too proud to adore?
A heart unappreciated, a soul unshown,
I wonder if I’ll ever feel whole.

I can’t remember how to love,
Or to let myself be loved,
For kindness was once a foreign tongue,
And my heart was always too young.
Now I’m alone with a heart to mend,
And the silence screams, "It’s the end."
Yet maybe, just maybe, in time,
I’ll find the courage to speak what's mine.