silence

you know, all my life,

people tell me, 'you do this, you do that,

you cant do this, you cant do that.'

nobody really ask me how i feel inside.

i tell them to myself.

maybe its because they tried asking,

but in vein, so they gave up asking,

and soon, no one listens.

i talk to myself.

i hear other people talk,

i hear other people laugh,

its a world so silent to me,

i hardly hear my voice,

i hear them all the time,

because they talk to me.

i don't know how i feel,

every-time i feel sick inside,

i just hug my hippos,

they listen to me weep,

they dry my tears for me,

i find solace in their silence.

all these while,

i've forgotten how to tell you how i feel.

maybe it matters,

maybe it does not.

but i think it makes no difference,

i have long forgotten how to feel.

even if i do,

they are locked up in the dusty attics of my heart.

silence,

my silence,

they tell you everything,

everything you ought to know.

don't try to understand,

because neither do i.