You said your piece with silence
But even in the quiet
You refused to listen
And now the words are festering inside me
I keep choking on the bile
Every time I think I’m over it
A little piece of poison
Finds its way back into my heaf
So much left I feel the need to say
But of course you’ll never hear a peep
Punished for my caring
I wish that I could return in kind
But you never really seem to feel
Uncaring and unthinking
Hiding behind silent walls
Unmoved by my meaning
So I still suffer through