Overdosed.

The mechanism of speech,

And friendly conversations,

Trouble me often,

I cannot now sustain one,

Without feeling that I had somehow failed.

It feels an illusion,

An art I'll never master,

For now all I want is silence,

On my part, just let me listen.

Sometimes now I want to disappear,

And lie on a cold stone floor,

And find myself beside a light,

Warm and beaming, nowhere to hide,

I just want to watch life from aside.

Don't worry,

These are all but temporary,

But if you can understand me,

Know that I am a creature,

Who needs to be silent,

Even when I want company;

I think I am silence-deprived.

For now,

On these feelings and thoughts,

I am overdosed.

For now,

I am happy to just look,

At your happiness and smile,

And ponder on the sidelines,

Loving every bit of time,

When I don't need to worry,

How my words will affect you.

Perhaps you will never know,

In my silence that I care,

More than when I have words,

Or opinions to share.