the suppressive
she was always the silent type
never expressing her feelings
keeping confidential
packs her thoughts away
allowing them to collect within a deep abyss
through the tunnel of disappointments
the failures, the successes gone unseen
the words that were too mean
the pain that still stings
she is the suppressive
continuing to pacify the reckless
taming the unkind
trying to move forward
stuck behind
living life like make believe
the tears she refuses to shed
they drop anyway
lying within
mollifying the masses
she packs her thoughts away
never expressing her feelings
she was always the silent type
the supressive
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