Silence is Golden
I hate the way the words 'I'm tired', roll off the tip of my tongue. The way they make their way from the back of my brain to form an audible complaint. The I try to shake it off but it tends to remain. And then I say it, why do I say it, not all of my thoughts were meant to be voiced. It doesn't seem to sink in that at times I can keep things to myself. It's not like I'm in too deep, the water is barely at my feet. And while there is merit in sharing thoughts there is a limit to it. Everyday aches, get over it, there has been worst I know it. But then I say it, why do I say it, not all of my thoughts were meant to be voiced. When will I learn that silence is golden?
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