The Monster in the Silence

They see the mouth that doesn't move and think the mind is empty. But silence isn't a lack of sound; it's where the greatest truths are found. They call me quiet, soft, and meek, but in this stillness, a different noise creeps: the beat of a heart in conversation with its own end. This golden silence is a mirror to the soul, shattering the masks and the lies. I have a kind heart, and people think I am stupid because of it. They do not know the monster hidden behind the kindness. I am scared that one day it will come out and I won't be able to control it. So, I choose to be alone and isolate myself from everything. I choose peace, no more, no less. Don't scold me in public; don't embarrass me. Respect that I am reserved. And if I open myself to you, know that means you are very special to me.