I'm Dumb Struck

I don’t want to talk
I can’t even open my mouth
It’s not that I am dumb
Or that I have no thought
It’s just that I’m dumb struck
Because I have no desire to talk to you
 
I used to fight against you
I didn’t want to be here
But this corner you’ve pushed me into
Is now so close and dear
Here I can speak to myself
It has become my place of rest
 
I keep myself company
I sift through your lies
I peer into your soul
From right behind my eyes
I don’t have to convince you
Of the worth that might be in me
 
But I remember months ago
What the teacher said
No communication means no relationship
So I guess our bond is dead 
But if you would like to rescue me from my little corner, I will be here
It might take some time, but I could use a friend