There are stories which need to be told,
Yet remain hidden in too many folds.
Also, stories which sound cold,
But we tell ourselves, they are just old.

There are stories that have trauma,
But are dismissed as just another drama.
There are stories someone wants to tell,
But never reach the one who means well.

There are stories told by your mother,
But are dismissed as from the era another.
There are also those stories of that toxic aunt,
The one who sits in your room and just rants.

There are stories silenced every day,
But we say it didn’t cross our way.
There are stories that are in front,
But we say that’s how the system is upfront.

There are stories with tears,
We know but pretend we didn’t hear.
These are stories we painfully live,
But just hide them and act stiff.