I childishly zippered, locked, and threw away my key
Never knowing I would soon lose the voice of me
I mockingly bit and held my tongue
If I only I knew when I was young
I tauntingly covered my hands with my mouth
Preventing my voice from bursting out
Unimportant secrets concealed in a game
But practice made perfect then became my shame
I would give all to undo my zipper and lock
To rid myself of the silence you mock
I would release my tongue and heal its scars
I have to tried and wished on so many stars
I would pry my hands from the lips that they cover
If I knew that the quiet would no longer hover
I have no more secrets to keep nor games to play
Only longing to change the mute who pushes others away
