It's a mystery to me,
Why the words I say outloud,
Are more important then my actions.
My quietness has ruined me,
The words I say, is all they see
If im wordless, I'm half the man I could be.
I do not lie, only themself
I do not judge, only myself
I never betrayed trust, but could not trust myself.
I never bullied, pick or bothered a soul.
But I bully, pick and bother my own.
I cannot walk by someone who needs help.
I cannot seem to help myself.
I only love truth, despise a lie
I thought this would pay off,
But that was a lie.
The world has not noticed,
Like I thought it would.
To be silent and quite,
Thought to be a wise trait,
Not in this world, though I think it should.
Selfish,fake, able to motivate
Are the traits to get you ahead.
But not a honest life,
Like the one I've lead.
A family a home a wife and children
My wordless soul, just might ruin them.
It's a mystery to me, why words are free,
Cause it's seems people just misuse them.
If I make them happen, even not organically
That what's the world wants to see.
They want you to be superficial.
That's a mystery to me,
But it shouldn't be,
But I'm not the one whos answer
Anyone will hear.
©silentkngt
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