Since when did silence become so lonely

this quiet life is what I knew so what changed?

ever since I got the taste of attention

my appetite for it grows into desperation for validation

I’ve heard the walls have ears so

it was easier when I could only talk to the walls of my home

because I thought they would listen to my silent cries

the cries of wishing to be more human like others,to engage in society,to share my thoughts and opinions verbally without the sickening fear of judgement

well it was easier to share my stories to the furniture, sing for the mirror and dance with the cement floor

I’ve changed.