I'M Used To Keeping Things To Myself Poem by Phineas Molale

I'm used to keeping things to myself, 'cause what I say no one wants to hear
I speak non-sense, Words without meaning.
I'm wildly alive but surely, slowly dying inside
A thousand reasons to stay and fight, one to let go
I love you but I can't stay
I'm used to keeping things to myself

For! No one opens up to me
I unveil my entire self and still to be
My being and deeds paraded for thee to see
I won't tell you about me, it's up to you how you see me
But please don't assume or ask the world about me
I'm not talking, that means I'm silent
For what I say makes no sense to you
I'm not moving, that means I'm standing
For my tries and efforts are disguised
I'm loving but hate to love
I'm walking, but hate the path I took
Illiterate driver took a wrong turn
I met you
I'm still walking
I'm used to keeping things to myself

Keeping secrets, clean and dirty
Hearts frustrations. No one wants to hear that
Hence I hate to bother you with all that
Burden you with my worries.

To tell the truth
This is not an issue
Love is no longer how and what it used to be
Or maybe I wasn't there and it is still the same
But why does it feel and hurt more than it used to
Since my words no one wants to hear
I shall remain silent and take them with me to the grave
But I shall never loose believe that
True love still exist 'cause it resides in me
Till then, I'm keeping all things to myself