i know you hate my silence
but I simply don't have much to say
and even if I do
i won't speak the words to you
because you won't listen anyway
i may seem so very quiet
but my thoughts are roaring mad
and even as I try to listen
or maybe even laugh
i so often find myself feeling sad
i don't talk because I worry
of how my words may sound
and that night I lie in silence
as I rerun the conversations in my head aloud
i pick apart every syllable
and inspect every word
and find all the places in which I sound absurd
so I will continue to stay quiet
as all these years stretch on
because I can't handle my own minds ridicule
let alone handle yours
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poëziewords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
