people often misunderstood
what quiet people do.
you always seem uninterested to them
and they can't seem to understand
the silence in you.
they never look through you,
inside your mind of meadow.
they haven't seen the the wildfires
and the oceans in your veins.
they haven't seen the eternal flame
encircling your soul
therefore coming to conclusions,
and giving you names.
there are hurricanes within you,
and you let out a terrifying earthquake
with every step you take.
but isn't it better
to let them guess and judge you
than to tire yourself with explanations
when they clearly wouldn't listen at all?
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confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
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