Some things

Are better left unsaid.
What others don't know
Doesn't hurt them.

Sometimes I need to learn to...
Turn off the light
Don't make a sound
Shut out the cricket
Erase.
Or at least pretend to.

Because all that comes from sharing
Is having someone else get hurt
...because of me
And that look they get, that look that twists and turns
Makes me regret having said anything in the first place

So I do what I always do...
Turn off the light
Don't make a sound
Shut out the cricket
Erase
Hush
And fight with my own sword
Rather than burdening another's
Because of all things I hate, its selfishness
It's making someone fend for what you can do yourself
Without dragging them into the mess
The shrapnel

Sometimes it really is best to speak of butterflies
When you see storm clouds and lightning
Because hey, it makes life easier for them at least
It should be that way for someone
Even if its not me
Sometimes, that's my gift, you see
Having you not have to deal with me
So at least you can live in peace

Hush little baby,
Don't say a word
Go chase your own mockingbird.