quiet
they ask me why i'm so quiet,
sometimes.
i don't know how to answer them.
it seems rude to say,
because i'm afraid of you
but it's true.
i'm afraid of saying the wrong thing
or hurting someone
because i know all too well
that when i'm quiet, you worry now
but when i start to speak
i don't stop
and then you will worry for far longer
about some of the things i don't need you to know
because it comes down to this:
trust.
i don't trust easily.
but when i trust, i trust forever.
and i'm loyal
and truthful - too truthful, really
and sometimes,
i let you catch a glimpse of how broken i am
just to warn you not to get too close
because i am very, very dark inside
and most of the time
it's better to just not speak.
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