Muted

I don't understand why you mute my words. I shout. I cry. I explain over and over again. But you do not hear my voice. No, you will not hear my voice. In your eyes, I see with horror the reflection of my mouth shaping the words you want instead of the ones I utter. When I talk to you, the echo of my own thoughts tortures me.

I want to break down the soundproof walls of the room you made for me. But, in front of you my words well up like tears that won't fall. Even if you were to drown in the sea of my words, you will be safe. Even if you are swallowed up by the tempest of my rage, you, will still be safe.

You consume my energy to speak up, so, in front of you I am muted. In surrender, I give you your yes and no and let you knit your favorite piece.