Silence

Whenever I speak, no one listens. No matter how hard I try to speak my mind, no one would be there to lend a ear. Major cliques, minor pairs. I'm odd. So, I don't speak. And when I go off silently, people start to scold me. Ticking me off. Yes, I'm a grouch. Everyone's a saint. I'm a Satan. I'm the devil. Monster. Everyone else are considered nice, caring etc.. I'm a devil, I know no nice things.

Right. Everyone cares about me, or perhaps, just my presence. Care care care. They are only words. How can I ever forget, everyone else loves to speak louder than actions, especially to me. Everyone else to everyone else, action and words are always there. They love each other. I'm odd. No wonder.

I'm the devil.
I'm the Satan.
I'm the monster.
I'm evil.
Fine.
I shall remain silent.

Since words do not affect them,

why not speak no more?

Since silence can hurt people more,
why not?
Since they can hurt me,
why can't I?
I want to hurt everyone.
Hurt them utterly.
We all need to share.
I have a whole load of hurt,
why not let me share them?
Painful, that's only the beginning.


I care,






















no more.