How to survive …

What's truth?

Does it have to do with actions?

Does it have to do with thought?

Is truth both, or neither?

Can truth be?

I think we all know

inside ourselves

when something is not true,

but for some reason silence,

and these feelings are not said

It's as if

you're not suppose to say

when something isn’t right.

Why are other people’s feelings

More important than yours?

I’ve lived this way

and found my self

lost, within my time

as it’s only in truth

life can be warm.

Through our silences

We all loose touch with each other,

Wishing it wasn’t so

While the world of the deaf

Draws us to it.

Be afraid

To sit in silence

For it’s our words

That bring us together, silence is the way of the past.