She is so quiet.
She barely talks.
She won't talk to us.
She's unresponsive.
We ask her something, and sometimes she doesn't answer.
She's kinda shy.
"I want her out", I think they think but they never said aloud.
But I'd rather they did.
At least then, I can fire back without remorse.
At least then, I know their intentions.
At least then, it's not just in my head.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
