“One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental.When others can’t read us, they write their own story- not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.”
-Sophia Dembling’s The Introvert’s Way
They look at me, and they say
Loud, obnoxious, heading the wrong way
They think there’s no future to me
A waste of space, is all they can see.
It’s impossible not to give in to their opinions
It’s impossible not to listen in.
So I lock my lips, and my heart too
And believe every word of theirs is true.
Now silence is my misery, and solace
Silence is my family, and no less.
But they turn up their noses, and squint their eyes
They fill up the silence with all of their lies.
They say things about me that I didn’t know
Things I didn’t believe that I showed
I didn’t know that I gave off that vibe,
Didn’t this all start from their very jibes?
I do not want to pick any fights,
The reason I’m silent is not out of pride
I want to avoid trouble, is that too much to ask?
Is hearing a silence too much of a heavy task?
There’s nothing I can do to change who you are
But you sure did a lot, my mind is scarred.
No matter what I choose, you’ll judge me anyway
So I’ll do what I want, and say what I say.