When I was a child, I never stopped talking.
I always had something to talk about,
even if it's about the plain white walls of my living room.
Everything fascinated me.
'Lets play a game; lets not talk for a while'
I'd stay still for a minute or two,
then start blabbering again.
'You shouldn't talk so much, learn to be quiet, you make too much noise'
The older I got, the quieter I became.
I realized that the less I spoke, the lesser my mom screamed.
'Why do you not speak much?'
I smile and shrug as I try to silence the voices in my head,
and focus on the conversation.
'You don't say much, do you?'
I don't know, nothing fascinates me now.
Whenever I open my mouth to say something,
the voices get louder 'Don't say anything. Learn to be quiet',
and I let the words die on my lips.