I was told as a child I was loud.
but now in my late twenties, I'm quiet.
It's like I developed social anxiety and selective mutism but some people don't trust self-diagnosed, yet the theories all add up. Keeping it buttoned up can only last so long, til' you need to blow. I got scared of what might happen if I said anything, but then saying nothing at all was just as worse sometimes. The reality of the situation, was just my mind became blank; a side effect of the anti-depressants, however my mind also daydreamed while I needed to concentrate.
I wish I knew.
Have I changed that much you don't recognise me? Or did you just grow bored of my silence? Just getting by can be such a challenge, you may find it easy whereas I'm crumbling at the mere thought. Ain't it funny how we all wish to go back in time to change things, yet the smallest difference could alter the time continuum? Don't step on that butterfly, you might just get us killed.
There's a reason you stopped doing that, though I can't recall why, let's do it again to find out.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetryshort poems that could also be songs i thought of on a whim. most of these are a bit old but recently i was told by a friend to publish them as they're, quote on quote "not bad" so i take that to the stand by broadcasting them here. take a gander.
