Quiet… You keep everything that you feel locked deep within, Nothing asked, nothing said, Nobody wants to know your thoughts, Nobody wants to know how you feel… You stay silent; When asked your opinion, you speak up Creating chaos… Creating anger… They yell because you don’t feel the same as them, They laugh because they don’t know your perspective, They out cast because you speak your own voice; You lose control, Lose your self-respect… You quiet your voice in order to be accepted once again; You shy away to the person that you once were- The person that spoke only that that was accepted, That was agreed to… That wasn’t your own voice.Birth sign: Scorpio
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