In the quiet moments I feel.
Thinking too much about myself.
And I get bored. Restless. Worried.
I want to speak to someone else.
Take the attention off me, please, and give it to the world.
Make small talk. Give big talks.
Make the world notice you.
Not me though.
I’m quiet. I’m thinking. Overthinking.
I have nothing to say.
No proclamation to make to the world.
But yet I want to speak.
I want to talk to you.
I want to know that you hold my voice in high regard.
I want to matter. To exist outside myself.
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