The Silent Battle

The twisted frameworks of one’s delicate mind,

Has one grown cold?

Have you lost the capability to linger down the spiralling pathways of emotion?

May one only feel the emptiness of a small, cold room?

When will they find their caged emotions waiting for them in the back corner?

Will they come unknowingly like a lion ready to pounce?

If they do, how will I fight those rumbling and roaring chemicals?

With meek words or sharp tongue?

Can anyone keep themselves underwater for too long?

To hope that the emotion doesn’t come crashing like a tsunami,

That is why I keep to my own,

I hide myself like some dirt under a rug.