Now a poem, the name of it is Silence
[center] I stare at my hands, 
Quiet, shaken like a lost child
My thoughts wondering from here and there, 
But always ending with the simple word, Why? 

When you ask me how I feel, 
I'm shocked, not only because I didn't think you'd care
But because it's the only question that I had no response to, 
Still in silence, I strained a smile

Of course this was a lie, 
I was furious and I had so much to yell
I didn't want to seem problematic or foolish, 
I didn't want this situation to get out of hand and become augmented 

Oh if I knew what this was doing to me, 
Keeping all of my emotions bottled up only harmed me
I cried and screamed to myself, in my own sanctuary 
But still in the public, all I did was sit in 
Silence [/center]