Silent Epidemic

Born into a body younger than my mentality.

Trapped in a cage,

With glass all around.

I won't move a muscle,
I won't make a sound.

 

I'll close my eyes,
I'll clench my jaw

Won't speak a word
To eyes whom observe every flaw.

 

Cry my tears of sorrow,
Cry my tears of joy,

But still; Not a word.

Mentally, I will ploy.

 

I have the silent epidemic.
Never will this change

 

All of them, they call me strange.

 

But have they ever thought that perhaps I just don't want to speak?
Perhaps I have nothing to say?
To those whom discuss and gossip,
and those whom roll their eyes all day?

Constructing sentences 'like'... With 'totes, ya know?'
'Ain't that cray?'
Perhaps I just don't have anything to say!

 

I'd rather keep to myself,
At least there's intellect there.

Not a trace of teenage insanity,

Not hide nor hair!

 

I'll save discussions for those who care,

For those whom won't use it against me and give me weird looks.

Oh how those looks feels like hooks...
Into my soul.
My heart.
My mind.

 

Can't you at least try not to make me feel different?

Try not to make me feel 'totes cray'?

Perhaps I just don't have anything to say.

 

Not a word hath I to construct within the terms of 'fitting in'.

 

Not a word hath I! ... K?

Author's Note

Made this in my sophmore English class.

Reviews

[Dhaye]

Great poem! I also experienced being the "flavor of their tongues". Gossips here and there. But I have to stand with dignity. I know who I am, and that's the most important.
I feel the pain... like in my writings which are descriptions of my past.

[crystallized illusions]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read it (:

[StatAnimalLover]

That's awesome! I know how you feel :P

[crystallized illusions]

At least someone does! Lol