Unspoken

Introduction

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Introduction

Words drift around in my head like leaves in a breeze. They are all that I have, but what I refuse to share. They constantly race through my head like most people; the only difference is I will not speak them aloud.

I don’t know what other people think except for what they say so I cannot say if the things I think are strange or if I am just like everyone else. I don’t know whether my thoughts are shallow and unimportant, or if they are incredibly profound. I would like to believe that I am a deep person. I don’t want to be another person that sees nothing but what is right in front of them. I’m not sure I really want to be anything at all.

Many people think that I am just simply stupid and that is the reason I won’t talk. They are very wrong. I have seen more than most people ever will and I have learned from everything that happens around me. Since I have stopped speaking, I have learned to read people by their facial expressions or movements. Most people give away more than they realize by these simple things. I suppose it is easier for most people to just speak, but words don’t need to be spoken to be heard.

I haven’t spoken in six years and it isn’t because I have some medical condition, but by choice. The doctors told my parents that it was because of shock and that I would speak again. I think they gave up hope a long time ago. Maybe it started as shock, but now it is so much more. I don’t care enough to form a string of words that are utterly meaningless. Most of what people say is just a waste of time and I have finished caring. So, words may have stopped flowing from my mouth, but they stay inside my head waiting for me to give in and speak them aloud. I suppose I just don’t have much to say anymore.