Unspoken

UNSPOKEN

Who will speak the unspoken?
Who will mention the unheard?
Who will expose what is hidden
Who will shed light on the shadows?
Who will make know what is not plain

We hide behind wide smiles
We keep a lid on our pain
We showcase an illusion
We specialize in fantasy
We create a world we never even live in
No seen pain, no real worry, no guilt.... no shame

But the truth has a way of speaking
It seeps in through what is not said
Through symptoms
Through lack
Until finally our facade shows its crack

What we are is helpless, hopeless and forlorn
We are but weak form
Running and racing back and forth in life
Faking remedies in a life of no courtesy
A life that takes and takes
As we swipe at momentary pleasures
But we nurse emptiness
Though in company we smile our very vest

But when we are alone, when we are truly alone
We shed away our pretences
That's when the night has moved on, and our smiles have worn off
We expose the truth to the one audience we cant hide from
We open ourselves to the misery no one can quite comprehend


For behind bright eyes, lies a tortured heart
Hounded by what’s hidden
Hidden for its ungainly form

But who will hear us
Who can share this pain?
Who is comfortable with truth?
That we need not hide it away
Who will speak with and for us?
Or must we remain

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
THE UNSPOKEN
(Muzzling the truth hurts)