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
