Quiet

Sometimes I’m quiet. 

I don’t really know why 

Sometimes it’s because I’m sad 

It feels like I want to cry. 

No one needs to know the reason or that it’s even felt 

So why on earth would I be loud?

Sometimes it’s because I’m relaxed. 

I feel calm, slow, and unwound. 

My eyes droop down, shoulders loose, inside I feel peaceful, acting aloof. 

Why would I be loud when I’m ready to snooze? 

Sometimes it’s because I don’t feel like talking at all. 

Talking seems so energetic and why bother when you’re not listening to my call,

If you really want to know then hear my mumbles and decipher them like a puzzle. 

Sometimes I don’t notice it.

I’m just quiet all of sudden.

People don’t hear me.

Sometimes I think they’re just ignoring me.

I stare them down but they don’t look back. 

Answer me won’t you? I can’t say it again. 

No matter how small or unimportant 

At least let me know you heard it.

I’m trying you see, trying so hard 

Even when I’m tired, crying, or bored.

Don’t make me repeat it seems such a nuisance 

I hate this short tension just 

Open your ears.

Look in my eyes.

And finally give me your attention.