We Dont Talk Anymore

On My Way - Tobi Edit

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Don’t analyze me and show some mercy
Think it’s plain to see I’m a nobody
Only tragedy in my history
Destined to be but an uncrossed T
Or an undotted I, too weak and too shy
Unwilling to try, absurd to ask why
An unwanted fly on your favorite pie
His flight’s gone awry, now waiting to die
I’ll keep it inside, not to seek just hide
They’ll be petrified by your lack of pride
Don’t dare let it slide and never confide
That you cried and cried a relentless tide
Do you have no shame, don’t give it a name
Attempt a reframe, extinguish that flame

I don’t need to check, it aches in my bones
Heavy ‘round the neck like crushing millstones
Fearful of drama, tongues bitten in vain
Don’t dump your trauma, ever again
No need to discuss, would be rude to pry
Do not make a fuss and stifle that cry
With growth now smothered, bereft of the tools
A result is heard, it’s violence in schools
The feelings are few and too tired to care
Silence a virtue, it strangles the air
It’s clear what’s ahead, it’s festering now
They’ve been force fed dread and choking it down

Oh for heaven’s sake, just give me a break
Oh mercy divine, your problems not mine

I can be quiet
Quiet is good
Stuff it down now, am I understood?

I will be quiet
Quiet is best
Trauma is at home deep in the chest

Deep in the chest
Down deep in the chest

No faith in a jump, I don’t wanna be framed 
A trauma dump chump, my sole claim to fame
So I walk alone, I am doing just fine 
I’d never bemoan the strain on my spine
The headline’s the same, a kid blew a fuse
No way, we exclaim, did you see some clues?
No, we are puzzled, he was soft, polite
No, he was muzzled and bound up too tight

The masses they shriek, the people they cry
What havoc we wreak, for how and for why?
No use for hindsight, don’t chide or remark
An unneeded bite from a harmless bark

I can be quiet
Quiet is good
Stuff it down now, am I understood?

I will be quiet
Quiet is best
Trauma is at home deep in the chest!

Maybe he tried reaching out before
No, my office is an open door
I’ve honed the speech, the same seminar
For this very case, kids acting bizarre
My mind has been made, as its wont to do
The kids would babble, I couldn’t get through
I won’t take the fall, it should be on them
We gave them dodgeball and classes in STEM

What really happened? 
Does it matter at all?
The phone off receiver
An unanswered call

I’m happy and short with all your support
Serve lies of my lives, underhand high fives
You designed this void that’s gagging their voice
A tainted cure bought was their only choice 

Shh! You’re too much
Shh! You’re a burden
Your wanting a crutch
The smallest violin

I can be quiet
Quiet is good
Stuff it down now, am I understood?

I will be quiet
Quiet is best
Trauma is at home deep in the chest

Don’t you dare make it heavy
Don’t you dare make it real
You have been whining all day
Nobody cares how you feel

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