She chose being silent,
Cause she was tired,
From waiting for someone
To hear her out.
People around,
Never cared,
How she was
Burning inside.
Being alone and quite,
Is what become her saviour.
And she found comfort in,
Writing behavior.
She stopped relying,
To stop the wounds
Going deep.
Was all on her own?
In the midst of the teen,
Watch others being loved
And what she saw was a dream to get loved.
From all the betrayals
She still beside all backs
But what she got is
third one in between.....
and hence she chose being silent
in the midst of her teen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The loneliness of a teenager.