Secrets
No, don’t tell me -
I don’t want to know.
Tell me half-truths and white lies.
Exaggerate. Make me believe.
Convince me it isn’t as bad as it is.
When I don’t know the truth,
It’s easier for everyone.
So continue your knowing glances,
Your riddles, and vindication.
I will keep on pretending that I don’t know
And you can put on that face
That proclaims nothing is wrong.
What you don’t seem to comprehend
Is that you actions speak
Much louder than the words you haven’t said
And your silences scream bloody murder.
Can’t you see
Nothing can go back to normal?
