Another Poem from a While Ago

The silence is too quiet,
but the noise is too loud,
be still my beating heart,
sometimes you're too proud.

I cannot hide my anger,
I can but shed my tears,
The only way you'll know,
Is if you ask me what I fear.

I don't cry in front of people,
I try not to at least,
You shouldn't tempt my anger,
Because inside there lives a beast.

You may never get a chance,
To know the real me,
Go on living your life to live,
Just be.

The silence is too quiet,
The noise is too loud,
Be still my beating heart,
Because sometimes you're too proud.