Why does it bother you that am silent?
When you never listen when I speak
Why does it kill you inside?
Yet you shun me down when I speak,
What is a voice if it’s of no use?
Why do you hate my silence so much?
When you can’t pick even a mere word from what I say
Why does it anger you so much?
Yet you make fun of each word I say
You never take notice of my laughter
Of my noise and simple naive talk as you call it
And now you want to know what is hidden in my silence
Whereas my silence bothers you,
It heals my soul.
Each day I feel less of myself
Because everything I say isn’t important
I crumble at your sarcastic laughter for each speech I make
I feel my heart tear because all my ideas are not worth your attention
My soul cries as everyone turns out to speak best
And as for me, am allowed to speak just to play it fair
Not because you think I have something worth saying
Why then are you bothered by my silence?
Does it scare you that I might become dumb?
Do you for a second yearn to hear me speak?
Because I don’t think so
And I seat here waiting for the day where my speech will be the birth of something
But it’s all in vain.
My silence ain’t just silence
It is a moment filled with peace
It is the time I enjoy the beauty of my ideas
It is so I can listen to the voice in my head
And cease to hear all the voices around me
It ain’t keeping quiet because I have nothing to say
It is being silent because I have a lot to say but I have got no zeal to speak
It is me being silent because am reminding myself of who I am,
Despite your harsh words,
It is me finding tranquility and gaining my ground back.