Voiceless

A nod. A smile. A look of worry— toward that voice. The one that keeps speaking without end. Saying all it wants. No care if it hurts. No thought if it makes sense. No pause for your opinion. It just wants to hear itself. And when you try to speak— That look. "Hey, I’m still speaking." So you fall silent. And a thought creeps in: "Born a listener, not a speaker." Am I happy? Yes. But do I want to be heard? Yes. Do I want to let out these bottled-up emotions? Yes. Do I want a response? Yes. But no— only the voice matters. Not mine. Not to be heard. Not to be spoken of. Just... voiceless. 💭🖤 ---