Category: emotional control

Go ahead—

call my bluff.

Say it out loud,

what you think I’m hiding

behind all this calm.

You see the way I don’t flinch,

the way I keep my voice steady,

like I’ve got nothing to lose

and even less to prove.

But you don’t see

what it takes

to make it look that easy.

You don’t see

the words I swallow,

the reactions I bury,

the truth I keep folded

just beneath the surface

in case it gets too real.

So go on—

push a little harder.

Look a little closer.

Because if you’re expecting

a clean reveal,

some dramatic unraveling

that proves you right—

you’ll be disappointed.

I don’t break like that.

I unravel quietly,

in places no one’s watching.

I fall apart

where it doesn’t echo.

And by the time

anyone thinks

to call my bluff—

there’s nothing left

to expose

but the silence

I learned

to survive in.