Silent Battles

They called me a coward, said my words would hide, Too scared to face the storm, I’d run and confide. My thoughts were shadows, secrets locked tight, In silence, I fought my own ing fight. They wanted thunder, loud as hell, To shout like lightning, break the spell. But my voice shook, a flickering flame, Afraid the truth would tarnish my name. They spread their bull, twisted my life, Throwing stones, cutting like a knife. I carried my truths in whispers, not screams, Afraid to face the pain, caught in my dreams. So call me dramatic, call me what you will, These scars are mine, but I’m standing still. I’ll find my voice when the time’s right, And when I speak, I’ll be ready for the fight.