《Random Ass Poems》Silence
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Silence. They say,
But thoughts overfill my head
Questions that need to be answered
Things that need to be said
But silence is what they say,
Silence is what they want
Silent is what they want me to be
I don't know how to be silent
"You talk too much"
Yeah but my mind is over there but it is also here
I swear-
I swear I'm listening
My mind is just asking stupid questions like "Why?"
'why are you talking to me?'
'Why do you talk about the things you do?'
'Why are people even made?'
Then there's "how?"
'How do you do what you did?'
'How do you feel about something I think?'
Let's not forget about what...
'What would I be doing if you weren't speaking to me,'
'What would I be doing if we hadn't met.'
'What caused you to wear that?'
'What is your shoe size?'
'What is your height?'
So many questions that are considered annoying but need to be answered or my head starts to pound like the beat of a drum
Silence is what they crave from me
I can't be silent, because like a genjitsu,
The thought and questions never end
Silence is what I crave from the eager thoughts
It's what I crave from the constant questions
Silence is what I wish I was
"Silence RJ,"
"Silence RJ"
"Be quiet RJ"
"Stop talking RJ"
"You talk too much RJ"
I know, but I can't help because silence is something I do not know of
But it's something I crave from myself at night when I'm trying to sleep
It's what others crave when I'm ranting about my day
Silence is something we all want
Silence is something that puts us at ease
Its something we all need
But what about me,
I'm here with thoughts that are everlasting like the leaves on an evergreen
But I wish they were quiet like the girl in my class who barely speaks
"You're too loud RJ"
I wish I had a quiet voice but then I would be outspoken
Silence is what I wish I had within
If I were to be silent
Would I lose my mind?
Yes because I will never be as silent as they need or want me to be
Because I am loud and I'm very proud of my loudness
It means I'll never be outspoken
I'll always be heard
And most importantly,
I'll never be alone because I have my never-silent thoughts to keep me company
Silent is something I'll never be
~RJ 10/14/22~
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