Hush, Shhh! Quietness is not for me; I'm
Not a muted man. Commit to choice, the
Cool of shade? And mask your silent crime.
Prisoner to your personality,
Shackled to your pride, quiescent victim of
Your shame. No audience to entertain.
A member of a one-man-band, in love
With solitude, and partner to disdain.
Take yourself away from me. I
Cannot comprehend it. It's your disease;
Timidity; affliction of the shy
The noiseless silence leaves me ill-at-ease.
Sing to me, my friend. It's your choice.
I'm afraid, and need comfort in your voice.
This is one my first poems. I wrote it in response to how some people can feel uncomfortable around quieter people. I performed this as part of my first Toastmasters speech.