Taught to heal your pain at the cost of my own.
You call me insane, now I'm better alone.
I hear more than I'd like and see more than I need.
You speak of love, but it’s lost in your greed.
You drip through the cracks like a slow, bitter rain,
wearing us down with invisible stains.
I searched for the answer in the lines of your face.
Then learned how to breathe in the space you erased
The roots of our home were rotted and weak,
Splintered by stories we learned not to speak.
I built reasons from excuses and lies,
While the cracks in your mask grew too large to hide.
You burrow yourself in a fragile new place,
but I see the storm cloud that follows your face.
I won’t stand beneath it—I’ve weathered enough;
They'll have to learn to call out your bluff.
But storms don't ask questions; they rage 'til they're done
and silence is all that remains when they've won.
I carry your shadow; it's stitched to my spine.
You won't ever change and this pain isn't mine.
You won't ever change; that truth burns my chest,
so I lay down my hope and let silence give rest.
