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Quiet

I learned the power of my words at a young age,
so I always choose mine carefully.
Saying the wrong thing,
would be met with violence.
A violence that I couldn’t escape.

Most kids escape scary things
by going home to feel protected.
But what do you do when the horror
comes from inside the home,
and you can’t escape?

You become quiet.
If I’m quiet,
they can’t hurt me.
Quiet was my protection.

But then it was everywhere.
With friends,
with family,
with teachers,
I never let anyone see me again.

The origin of my social anxiety.