Silence short poem

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So much I keep inside for fear you won’t believe,
That thought is terrifying on its own,
I’m scared you would think that I’d set out to deceive,
So I’ll walk this winding path all alone.

Sometimes I’m confused and I cannot understand,
So many thoughts race around my head,
Thoughts of expectations that you might demand,
Such fear that I will disappoint instead.

You look at me with eyes that speak a million words,
They have a language of their very own,
You look at me as if I’m really quite absurd,
Through not one single word I hear the tone.

I know you’re the “expert” but I’m an expert too,
After all the “subject” now is me,
If you do not mind, if it’s okay with you,
I’d like a chat with myself to see.

It seems no amount of chatter or how much I confer,
Will change the conclusion you have found,
If you’d consider NOT using my notes to refer,
You’d see my silence really is profound.

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