Fluent in silence

“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, Everything collapses.” -Isaac Marion

I have nothing to speak.
I have everything to think.

A quiet surface,
Loud core;
Silent mouth,
Roaring mind.

Never been an open-book.
Prefers naive and mediocre-look.

How would I clearly define myself?
If pretensions are what I play well.
How would I justify myself?
If the words my mind unobtrusively build,
Collapses.
Collapses as I open my mouth and speak.

I can’t say my life is a whole lie.
Silence is just what I desire.
Hiding is just what I could never deny.
Not afraid of the people.
But afraid of being misunderstood.

Lone wolf.
Untold stories.
Papers and pens are my best company.