everyone has a voice, mine is quiet so listen closely

Mine is quiet. It speaks, but only if you listen closely will you hear it.

So if you listen closely to me, maybe then will you understand the thoughts, but if you keep yelling at me to speak up you will hear nothing and my story goes untold. One wonders why I think so much and why I never share my thoughts.

No one had tried to listen to my thoughts so my voice went unused and my voice forgot how to tell, so words were my savior. Words kept me from losing control. I went through a time, much like anyone else, when everyone discovered that they are their own person. As people discovered this the louder they got, the louder they got, the quieter I became, my voice wasn’t loud enough to be heard in the circus of life. I internalized my voice and began to think. As time went on the people who didn’t speak were spoken for and my voice became the voices of others who would speak in my behalf.

When I would speak it would come out sarcasm because I hadn’t learned how to speak out loud only in my thoughts. People thought I was sweet and kind and blah, blah, blah… I played the part well, for when you listen you learn. I learned exactly what people wanted to hear, so they wanted me sweet caring and kind that is what they got.

Those who acted cocky, they were another story, I gave them sarcasm, I gave them wit. This silenced them, which would please me. The people who needed to shut their mouths the most were always the ones talking...