It’s usually the quiet ones

whose minds chatter endlessly;

engaging in a never-ending argument with themselves…

they wrestle with their demons

bred by countless thoughts

and incessant over-analyzing…

It’s usually the broken ones

whose eyes see through

every pretense…every lie…

they replay conversations endlessly

to find the answers to all the whys of their brokenness…

The quiet and the broken ones…

they’re the ones who see and feel too much;

they weave monologues with

hopeful longings and dreams

that are stitched with emotions

much heavier than most…