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.