This is a love poem,
A lot of unsaid words,
A lot of hurt from the said,
I put them all, in a box under my bed,
A million words I spoke,
And a billion I didn't,
Therein I conquered myself,
No words uttered but the screams of my heart,
I mastered the act of quietness,
And hide it alone,
Am I made the right decision?
Were my efforts really worth it?