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I am filled with heavy shadows,
Making my eyes droop and pale.
I feel pain from within,
That is nothing but a useless whim.

The deepened thoughts travel through me,
As if I was a library.
They store themselves,
I try to read them,
But all they do is get less verbatim.

I try my best to stay on target,
Hoping that they will not prevail.
My face is dark with this constant fight,
Showing my weariness.

I give up and let them stack,
I slowly feel the weight collect.
My head droops from all the pain,
For they open all at once.

From love to hate,
From sorrow to happiness,
It all just comes at once.
It does not matter,
For this always happen,
It creates a strange balance,
That remains unbroken.
For I have been this way from my distant past,
And I shall remain this way for distant futures.
This is why I do not speak.