I try to find the words that we all are afraid to say.
I understand what isn’t said,
And that makes me distinct among different people. 
I confide in others,
Who only confide our confidence with everyone else.
So I choose to stay silent.

Silence.
The passion,
The pain,
The anguish you bring.
My wisdom is here but it stays in me.
I can’t say what I wish,
For the fear of it being heard.
For everyone to know the real me,
Even if I don’t utter a single word.

Silence.
The confusion you cause,
The way I don’t talk,
Points out all my flaws.

Silence.
The questions you flare,
The rumours you start,
The rumours you bear.

My silence is my weakness,
I’m the only one who knows that.
That is, until I break and end up confiding in private.
Confiding in private what soon will be broadcasted to everyone.

My Silence. Still silent.