I am not the type that uses their words
But I’m not the type that swings their fists
Either
I sit there
Simply
Brooding over what I should say
What I should do
But my body’s answer is always the same
Nothing
If I see something bad happen
To me, a friend, or stranger
I let it sit
My anger bubbling like an undiscovered hot spring
I sit there
And do nothing
Even if I should
Do something
I don’t
I just sit there
Thinking my thoughts
Melting into a puddle of nothingness
I am a girl of thoughts
Not words
Not actions
Yay me.