With predictable qualities, But unknown outcomes.
The judgement comes in swift.
We know who does it, Strangers and peers.
But it hurts, with fear and shit.
I come out to say, that your judgement won't matter
But why does my brain react different?
My body is lost
My heart is pounding
my mind goes blank into abyss....
Is it awkward to sit in silence?
Does it make it uncomfortable for you too?
Will the audience react in unison?
Even if they are screwed?
Just as I am, in the middle of their stare.
I do nothing to show comfort.
The truth is we all live like a 13yo girl.
We all have the same problems.
Yet we are silent day to day, thinking we are special in our solace.
The collective nature of us all, makes this sad and ignorant promise.
The "strong silent type" doesn't exist
We have just learned how to shut up.
There would certainly be less killing,
if we used our words instead of our guns.