She wears a scarf, Though she sits inside In front of me on my couch Her sweater is white To match her skin Soft and the colour of milk She also wears a smile Showing me her teeth In between pouts The lips try to remain closed Silence wraps around her Like the scarf around her neck But I can see in her eyes That she wants to talk Those big, beautiful eyes Bright blue and blurry She holds back With hands folded in her lap Chipped nail polish Why does she cry alone? I watch her carefully As she tries to remain calm But is not succeeding Tears begin to trickle But still her mouth Remains pressed tight She won’t share I am in a daze And for a moment just watch She wants to be alone, But it is just an act She wants me to comfort her But I cannot She is frustrated with herself And stands up as if to leave But before she goes She wraps the scarf around her neck One more time
Have you ever been dealing with something you just felt like you couldn't talk about? You try to get past it but it begins to consume you. Your tears find you in the oddest places and you want to say something to someone, to anyone, but it's just too hard. You are choked by the words of pain... like a scarf around your neck.