You inhabit your island of isolation as if it were a soapbox.
Using your silence to yell at the world,
Your angry non words say nothing, make no sound
Articulating pain the way your voice never could.
Those who look on are embarrassed for you.
How is it that you never learned the benefit of vulnerability?
There is humility in letting others close to your pain so that we are all more equal.
You choose instead, to inhabit your pain as if it were superior.
Unique to you - a badge of honour.
But if you wanted the world to leave you alone
you could have explained gently, asked for space while you grieved.
You delight in the attention of cutting off from those who love you,
Your soul vibrating at such pitch it is though you are screaming at us, hijacking the conversation so that you rob those who love you of the chance to prove you wrong.
It would be nice to use our love to show that not all the world rails against you.
I'm disappointed by your silent showiness.
Confounded by your lack of insight.
Your soundless tantrum speaks volumes about the lessons you've yet to learn.
You of smart brain with an ignorant heart.
You who is not smart enough to work out that you would be forgiven if you would just speak.
That silent soapbox that you perch on...
It should be kicked from underneath you,
For your own sake.