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They say silence is golden
I used to understand that saying, or at least relate to it
After all, constant chatter is annoying
who wants to hear multiple conversations when you're at the movies
or when you're trying to work ar school or your job
or some other similar situation (I think you get the point)
Not to mention
I really thought some people should really keep their opinions to themselves
I used to think it depended on the situation
but then again
what doesn't?
They say silence is golden
I used to be able to understand
But what's so golden about silence
if it causes you to weep alone in your room for hours?
What's so golden about not saying something you really want to
because you know that others will smash that comment down
and make you feel like shit for even attempting to say anything in the first place
I think that's why some believe silence is golden
After all if you're quiet and go along with the crowd, you'll never be alone
or made fun of
It's harder to get hurt that way
If this is the kind of silence that is golden
then I should be rich
But I only feel empty
I feel more like charcoal than gold
That's when I realized
Silence is my enemy
The absence of words can be just as hurtful as spoken ones
I learned this the hard way
Because of my silence I've had many meaningful relationships turn to dust and ashes
Because of my silence I've hurt myself and others
Silence
it can be seen as not being acknowledged
With words we can express out knowledge and how we feel
However with silence
you don't know anything
Silence is like charcoal
It's nowhere near golden
I'm sick of being charcoal
Are you?