I choose I have this right
To keep these words inside
And not reveal the thoughts
I'll keep the words to hide
This is an awkward state
Of knowing what is right
But am I wrong or not
It's mine, this choice, my plight
If I speak these words today
I'll be seen as weak
Lashing hurtful words will find
My heart so none I speak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silence is golden in anger.