Second Skin
Lately, I’ve been wearing quiet
like it’s something that fits.
It isn’t peace —
it’s just the sound of me holding everything in,
of words stuck behind my teeth
waiting for someone to notice.
I sit across from people
and smile like I’m fine,
but inside I’m fading,
slowly,
like light disappearing at the end of a hallway.
They see the space I take up,
but never the weight I carry.
I keep screaming inside my chest,
but the world keeps moving
as if my quiet doesn’t echo at all.
And maybe that’s the hardest part —
learning how to exist
in a world that only listens
when you break.
I think we mistake silence for strength too often. But sometimes, silence is just what’s left when there’s nowhere safe to put your pain.
If this feels like you, please know — you’re not invisible. You’re just in the middle of being heard again.
Talk soon,
TearsOfTheSoul
✨ P.S. My new book Tears of the Soul is finally out. It’s filled with poems like this — ones that speak to the parts of you that go quiet when the world gets too loud.
And if you’ve ever wanted to learn how I create the videos that bring these poems to life, I made a simple, beginner-friendly guide that shows you exactly how I edit mine. You can check it out here.
Until next time — take care of the parts of you that stay silent the longest.