The Quiet Type

Silence was golden.
Silence was my only option.
When the crowd was loud.
I opted for heading out.
Kept my friends close
and my voice box closed.

something not everybody knows.
-I knew more then.

I let a piece of me die
after I left home the first time
and Each New Encounter

I sucked in a new persona.

Now I'm struggling to find
Him once more.
NOT Him with the capital H
from
The Hymns
But Him that lies dying within.
The Him that was me,
from zero to nineteen.

The one that knew.
The one that never needed to believe.
In anything other than Me.