Little Moles

They burrow into my head,

little terrible thoughts of mine. They slip out from time to time, Holding on to the ounce of freedom given when

I break. I lean too far one way and accidentally turn the key. If I think hard enough,

there never was a cage; But they know otherwise, 

they were the ones doing the time. They come back twice as hard, 

NO, mercy isn't in their dictionary. Still, I can tap my fingers and

twiddle my thumbs holding back the burst of anger. You will be safe, for now 

at least. As long as I hold my tongue, they will

never escape. At least not fully, not that you can 

tell. I force my mind into silence as you mumble on about, but it's still too 

loud. How can you not hear it? They topple over each other like excited puppies waiting for their turn with attention. I change the pitch, the tone, 

the words used to please you. A smile painted on my face, locked with tight muscles. As I laugh at the joke you just made. 

Isn’t silence so riveting?