Everyone is thinking it, but no one says anything

We wonder in silence, but keep our eyes averted

This is the language my family speaks

We've practiced it before we were born at all

I can't imagine speaking any other language

But I've wanted nothing more in my life

My brother cooks his lunch on the stove

His nose is buried in his phone half of his time

The rest of his time is consumed by his makeshift room

I'm luckily to spend my afternoon searching for new music

With a small tug on the wires attached to my headphones

I unplug the drains of my ears and sit in silence

The walls of our house have been delicately carved

Each sound bounces to me one way or another

I love finding new information and hunting for it

But at home, if I can't find it, it finds me

Floorboards shift under the changing dynamics

The panels of wood won't fit into their original places anymore

Cabinets hang off their hinges no matter how many times I fix it

Railing on the stairs crumble into another layer of forgotten dust

Nothing is going to be the same anymore, isn't it?

Evenings are spent laughing at the closed door

I can't help that I find it so funny

But the façade of privacy a closed door

Exists only in my parents' minds

No one knows about the echo of the hallway

No one has heard the walls whispering

Telling me everything they know

The power of shut doors can't keep me out

They can't lie to me anymore

False security becomes a reality

At the will of childhood curiosity

Once it bleeds into the open

There are no hiding hushed secrets

Except for my alliance with the house

The doors, the hallways, the walls

I cover the uneven floorboards with rugs

Straighten the house up, make it look perfect

And keep a watchful eye on everyone else

I know what they're all thinking

I'm thinking it too, I dream of it at night

I wonder about it in the shower

While I dry my hair, blow my nose

Get dressed, make my lunch,

Finish my homework, watch television

But I don't say anything

Neither does anyone else