Work Text:
One thing about me (or many)
Well, one thing about me is that…
I don’t trust people. I’m always scared.
I grew up that way
What will they think?
What will they say?
What will they do?
The silence won’t ask
The silence won’t say anything
One thing about me is that…
I can’t talk about my feelings.
It's always so excruciatingly hard
Will I be understood?
Will I be able to feel heard?
Will I be loved?
One thing about me is that…
In my mind:
People are worse than music
People are worse than books
People are worse than art
The silence is better.
It always is, in a way…
And I think that’s why I don’t have any new friends.
That’s why I don’t date
That’s why I don’t talk
In the silence, I’m heard
In the crowd, I’m silenced.
Which is ironic, cause… aren’t people supposed to live without silencing others?
Can a person feel lonely
Even while surrounded by people?