In the quiet, nothing's silent.

I am full of thoughts of me.

If I were to share them, you'd care not,

For drama is all you see.

Imagine yourself, in a world where encouragement,

Does not exist for you.

Every compliment is quickly denied,

Never seeping through.

Anyone who builds you up has an agenda,

A task that'll be your end.

If all my self-talk is negative like this,

How can anyone call me a friend?