12. Do Not Tell

12. Do Not Tell

I do not talk,

I do not tell,

For they don’t understand my hell.

They know not of my pain and fright,

Or of the terrors in the night.

So much time I spend alone,

In the quiet place that I call home.

They always ask if I’m okay,

They’d be better off if I’d just go away.

What it is they cannot see,

Is all the pain that lives in me.

I pray that they would take my hand,

If only they could understand.