Shadowed silence
I grew up in a house, where everyone was busy with their own secret fights But we didn't dare speak of it. Secrets lurked in silence. And then there were times when I pretended to be asleep because I didn't know what to do and say. Escapism, perhaps. I knew I couldn't tumble into a hole and find myself in Wonderland. So, I preferred to sleep, a deep slumber, to cast a shadow on my shortcomings. But then that shadow was cast off, and I started witnessing nightmares. With that, I tasted real life, and I dislike it immensely. But reality is the bitter pill that everybody has to take, sooner or later. But here I am, I won't let you face That bitter pill alone, I'll sit with you.