I smile a lot.
At work I smile. I have to, my boss requires it to feel I won’t betray him escaping.
At home I smile. I have to, otherwise they will ask questions. I can’t tell them how they destroy my life.
With you I smile. Of course. You expect a nice, talkative and happy woman.
You enjoy the sound of silence. If it’s MY silence.
Hipsterik Chic is right about authenticity.
I don’t want you to hear the sound of silence. I want to speak loud.
I don’t care about him. The problem is I feel trapped.
Trapped in silence.