Talking is hard when you are silent.
In a room of crowded voices,
Words ricochet around the room.
Too fast for your mind to consume.
A jumble of sentences,
Flow from one person to another,
And end abruptly at your ears,
Stoking the fire of your fears.
It’s an easy song to sing they say,
But I don’t know the words.
Maybe I should learn one day,
Or remain forever unheard.