If you ask me, it's because sometimes I am inhibited
Thinking too much about how I should act and speak while your loud energy shut my ******* soul out of my body
Thinking too much about which side of myself that I can reveal to match with your personality
Examining my steps so that I won't slip into your hasty judgments later
Or maybe because I am just feeling uncomfortable with your impulsive bones protruding out of your body
I don't speak if I don't want to
And I can speak for hours if I want to
Call me mute and boring when all I see in you is an ignorant child craving for attention
I can't see the point of sharing words from my heart to people who I don't even trust
Because people tend to scribble out the truth with their own perceptions