My pain isn’t bigger than yours,
Your voice echoes through the streets,
While mine is tucked amongst the whispers in my head.
Today you were in the right,
While my emotions took over the calm I seek.
You made a choice again today,
And so did I.
My stories are many,
Just like yours.
You chose to tell them to all
while mine are hidden, tucked away in diaries I keep.
My hurt is real
Just as yours.
You choose a path wide and paved
While mine was misty and grey.
Neither wrong nor right,
Simply different.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 