Don’t ask me to speak

if you don’t want to hear the words

And if my voice

is such an inconvenience

then I can shut my mouth

and let the silence fall

It will spread like ink on canvas

blotting out the memory

of all the effort I put in

to give you what you claimed to want

then threw away so casually

Seek your own opinion then

and let mine slip away

For if it matters not to you

why should I put in the work

to shape and provide it?