I don’t talk much

I don’t talk much
It has become my nature
People think of me to be secretive
The truth is I am sensitive
The world has treated me this way
Silence is the only option keeping me at bay
If this is wrong then I have nothing to say
Its your call to be sad or be gay

I don’t talk much
Keeping everybody intrigued
Why do they think I am mystique?
I am an open treasure
Happy inside with pleasure

I don’t talk much
I know.
People who understand me
Only they can see
The world wants my silence
But it does not want me silent
Dubious they are, not me
This is what they should think and plea.

@ Kritika

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