Internal Monologue

On the outside, never inside

Except for my internal monologue

That is deafening

And tells me things that I don't want to hear.

Like a blanket over the moon

My curiosity is suffocated.

Harsh words that you never say

Wound me deeper than a thousand knives.

It pains to ask why you're my friend

After seven years of knowing.

And I will lie in the dust,

Like Job,

As his friends fill his ears with unkind words,

Injuring his soul.

I will lie in the dust, I say,

And know and mourn

What could have been

Had you seen with your eyes what I had to say

Instead of hearing.

-Laura Nicole