Taciturn Thoughts

Not everyone deserves to know 
Of all the places where the poison
Burrowed itself in your soul
Deserve is such an intrepid word, no? 
You deserve happiness 
You deserve love
You deserve peace 
Do you, however, deserve anyone's thoughts? 
Do they fall into the grey area of human rights and moral compasses?
Petty injustice, they claimed. 
Why was it always you they blamed?
You wished you could tell them
The pen at your fingertips
The words never escape your lips
I never wanted the poison
Surely, who ever did? 
But it made its way in- 
Slowly, creeping, silently killing 
As it does 
I couldn't feel anything at first 
Yet, when I did 
It was as if someone set my lungs on fire. 
My lungs are fine, I told myself. 
My heart is fine, I told myself. 
My life is fine, I told myself. 
Everything is fine.

The writer is a Computer Science and Engineering student of AIUB.