Published December 20nd, 2016
The windows to my soul
Tend to have their blinds up,
And I leave the door locked tight
By keeping my own mouth shut
So my apologies if it's frustrating
That I'm so cold and calculating.
It's my modus operandi;
You can't spell "Silent" without Si.
But if it's any consolation,
I am striving to get better
At voicing my own thoughts
Without resorting to writing letters.
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