Growing up I didn't know how to be quiet
I talked and talked
never taking a breath
because I didn't have the time
It's not like that anymore
now,
people have to ask me to speak
and even then it's not certain I'll open my mouth
I guess it really started in middle school
the quiet that surrounded me
I didn't want to stop
the talking
I loved it
more than anything
Sharing my thoughts
feelings
hopes
dreams
But from a young age
people made it perfectly clear
that they wanted me to shut up
that what I said didn't matter
And anyone who knows me knows
that I'm a people pleaser
constantly reaching
for that approval
So, I went against my nature
hiding behind a wall of quiet
in hopes that one day
someone will care enough to tare it down

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Trauma Bonding
PoésieSometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault