I Don't Talk

I don't talk,
never seriously, at least.
What's bugging me inside
I have learned to keep.

When something happens,
no one ever knows.
I cover it with silence
as it burns within my soul.

I do not trust anyone
with my fragile life
except my Father above,
in fear of in the back, a knife.

So I learn to suck it up,
or at least I will pretend
because I don't talk on the outside,
but I scream from within.

So don't be fooled by the shy look
that I have made for myself
because if you listen sincerely,
you'll hear a cry for help.

Now my problems, they swallow me
as from them I try to walk,
only trusting my Father to help me
all because I don't talk.