Sometimes, the silence screams louder than words.
Inside me, shadows twist and turn—shadows no one else can see.
They cling to memories I try to forget, yet they won't let go.
A heavy weight presses on my chest, but no one notices.
I wear a mask of calm, but beneath it, storms rage silently.
I've learned to speak in riddles, to hide the truth behind quiet glances.
What lies beneath this fragile skin?
A heart that beats with fear and hope, tangled in a web of pain.
I'm a prisoner of things unsaid, a stranger in my own skin.
This is my world—a maze of whispers, secrets, and broken promises.
I stand still.
When sirens wail, all people run and hide, scared for their lives.
But should the criminal also hide?
Does he flee from the crime he committed, or does something else trap him instead?
Questions flood my mind, but answers remain buried in the dark.
Tonight, the silence isn't empty—it's waiting.