My silence is not by choice 

It's more like the unwillingness of my voice 

To speak about my former passion 

In reading, writing and all that fashion

For what once gave me joy 

Is now what I try to avoid 

Should I blame it on my fears

Or my tendency of breaking down in tears?

When cornered by my insecurity

My success…where is the certainty?

I've learnt to fight to be alive

In this world, constantly striving to survive 

Saying everything will be okay 

Is not enough to take the pain away 

Although I laugh, smile and seem cheerful 

Deep inside, I'm more than fearful 

I fear the past, present and future

But I'll keep my silence and maintain composure.