Where Silence Screams Louder Than Words

I wake up every morning

with a thousand thoughts I never say,

smiling at people who never notice

how much I’m fading away.

My phone is full of conversations,

yet no one really hears me,

I type “I’m fine” so easily—

like it’s not a quiet tragedy.

At dinner tables, I nod and listen,

pretending everything’s okay,

while inside, my mind is breaking

in a hundred different ways.

There are nights I stare at the ceiling,

replaying words I never spoke,

feeling heavy with emotions

that my silence slowly chokes.

People think I’m just “too quiet,”

they never ask me why,

they don’t see the storms I’m hiding

behind a calm reply.

I laugh when it’s expected,

I disappear when it’s not,

learning how to be invisible

in every crowded spot.

Sometimes I wish someone would notice

the things I never say,

the way my eyes get tired

from pushing tears away.

Because silence isn’t empty—

it’s loud in ways you’ll never know,

it carries every untold story,

every hidden scar we don’t show.

And maybe one day I’ll speak it all,

every fear, every scar, every truth—

but for now, I stay quiet…

because silence is all I’ve learned to use.