My silence; my unbreakable silence is all I have. But the others around me don't understand my silence and I feel that they never will.
Why do I feel this way? Do they not like my silence or do they just not like the silence in general?
But my silence; my unbreakable silence is all I have and for that they do not accept me.
How is it my fault if I can not speak? How is it my fault if I can not hear? It is not my fault but then again, isn't my fault?
I can read their lips, so I know what they're saying but yet I still block them out.
I have hearing aids to help me listen to everything around me but I never turn them on.
This is how I enjoy my silence; my unbreakable silence but no one shall ever understand.
I want them to understand my silence so I am no longer alone but if I do that, what will happen my silence?
My wonderful unbreakable silence means everything and it's all I have but maybe, just maybe I should stop my silence.
So I look around my classroom one more time and just when I think it's okay, the talking around me stops.
So I look over to the door to see someone new and the fear of hearing and talking once more takes over.
I guess that's it, so I open up my arms that are in my mind and welcome back my silence once more.
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My Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just some small stories that I have written in class and I thought that I should share them will you all. I don't think that they are that good but I'll let you decide that on your own.
