Ribbit Ribbit

My heart is crowded with unspoken things,
yet I keep talking,
never knowing what it is
I truly want to say.

And when I chatter on
until the night grows deep,
all I am left with
is regret and shame.

It would be enough
if someone simply knew
that there is someone
who lets out a cry every day.

So I want to cry,
ribbit, ribbit.