This will be
An unsettling experience
I make it so
By my choice of words
And my lack of choice
In thoughts.

You know everything about me
And yet you never give a word away
You hint and twist
And say that I am fine
And yet you know
So much
That you conceal

Walk in total silence
And say nothing
As I march off to my grave
And you acquiesce
Once more
And you can say nothing for me
In my defence

So I march on
And pretend I do not know
All the things you know
Horrifying missed chances
Close shaves:
Almost could have been content
But had to ruin it

Everyone knows what it is to be paranoid
And sick
And frightened of
Leaving the house.