If there is a wall where silence is golden, alone in my room all my thoughts it's holding.

That very same wall, or that thin sheet of air has everything I can't tell, or to want to tell, that's a dare.

My yelling aloud when I'm alone, makes me wonder if I'm sane. In the mirror I'll make faces to my clone, and hope that my thoughts never leak from my brain.

That they never leak from the mattress, or the sheets, or the sobby pillow where my achiest pain sleeps, or that they never render that dear sister who is a pillow over, my dearest neighbor, because my thoughts became loud and I became proud and now I'm standing wondering if they heard anything I just wrote aloud.

So to this scroll I unfold this boldest thought to ever reads, I plead I plead tell nobody that I only talk to me.