Spoken with Silence


The silent ones

They are the ones all of us worry about

Depression? Fear? Sadness?

Silence

No Answers

I am one of those

I am silent that is all that I can be

No one understands me

Either that or they just don't care

But I have reasons

And I have feelings

I am human, am I not?

Or do you think otherwise, because I am silent

Perhaps I am silent, because I know I am human

But I know of mistakes

I know of painI know of people who aren't perfect, but expect you to be

I know of past and aceptance of it

I know

This is why I am silent

When I was young I was mistreated

'Hey Nanashi c'mere I wanna show ya sumthin'

''Poor little nameless. He's got no friends 'cept me!"

The voices still etched in my brain echo through the ages

And the evil glinted face accompany them

You still don't understand?

What does that have to do with my silence?

A lot

They caused me pain and ruined my only childhood

All for their pleasure

I now stand corrupted and fearful of being hurt again

Afraid to open up to anyone

Because I know no one can be trusted

Even if they were kind or gentle

I never speak for fear of pouring out my problems

On the poor souls who hear me

Of shedding tears I don't want to come

And opening up only to be hurt

But mostly

I do not speak, because I don't want their pity

I don't want then to feel bad for me

I am human just like everybody else

And everybody goes through hard times during his or her life

Mine has just carried over throughout the years

But silence is the most powerful type of communication

Because the ones you tend to remember

Who had the most impact on your lives

Are the ones who spoke without words