Meek Little Mouse

My voice is meek and pitiful, it is no better than a mouse My eyes are down and looking at anything else other than them My lips tighten into a thin line as I keep my thoughts peacefully to myself Yet even though I am quiet and weak, my little voice The voice that secretly tells the truth of what I feel Screams out in a loud whisper all that I feel right into my ear My hurtful yet angry words. My pitiful and sulky cries. My acknowledgement to my heart ripping thoughts. My stingy and poisonous venom. My little voice is too powerful yet at the same time weak Maybe one day I'll break and crumble but for now I'll smile and say, "It's fine" Like the little mouse I am. Note: Wahhhhhhhh this is my first post, please be gentle with the criticism 🐨