My dark friend,
I feel the stares and the wondering looks they throw at me,
I see the weird expressions on their faces when they look at me,
and I know that they just don't understand me, but why?
They ask me questions I do not know the answers to, and they keep pressing on, as if somehow my silence will break, and my voice will explode. But my lips stay sealed.
They look at me with upmost scrutiny, up and down, as if looking for an extra limb that will justify their suspicions that I am different.
My dark friend,
they do not know the pleasure of silence in such a noisy world,
they do not understand the relief I feel when I know I do not have to speak,
they do not how happy being alone can be.
Unlike me, they do not acknowledge the fact that sometimes what you think is not what you have to speak.
But when I speak, I talk to deaf ears. I talk louder but still they do not listen, and when I'm about to raise my voice, I tell myself why bother when I know that they'll just turn around and let me be the quiet girl I have always been.
And then the stares, the teasing, the dirty looks, the bullying they all come again, on and on.
My dark friend, they make me feel as if I have sinned for being an introvert.