Stupidity

Is there any reason to call me 'stupid'?

Just because I find it more difficult

Than you

To say what I mean.

Just because I find it more complicated

Than you

To express myself so as you'd understand.

Just because I find it impossible

To support myself and communicate

Simultaneously.

If I'm angry

I walk away.

That is how I control myself,

How I restrain myself

From hurting you.

Won't you appreciate

That when I am dismal,

Unresponsive,

I am trying to be strong?

I shouldn't.

Emotions are so valuable.

If I trap my emotions

In a black box,

A vacuum of oblivion,

Where nobody can see them,

Where I can pretend they are not there,

Then I am killing myself.

I become a robot,

Mechanical.

But I cannot pretend the feelings do not exist.

They are there, in their box, in their cage -

Trapped,

But not non-existant.

Nor can you

Suppose

That because I do not smile

I am not happy.

Nor can you

Suppose

That because I do not speak

I am dumb.

Nor can you

Suppose

That because I do not react

I am stupid.

The End

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