Inner voice

Some say I am living in another world,
how I love to leave this world if I could.
I know I am aloof and detached,
self-absorbed not attuned externally.
My suppressed voice doesn’t mean sadness,
how dare you take my silence for madness.
I am living in a world just too loud for me,
Everybody wants to be heard but no one listens.
I have resilience, strength and an inner voice,
how will I know myself if I make a noise.
I am not worried about what others say,
the bottom line is that I love myself every day.
Inside me comes an outflow of words with depth,
how can I express my feelings and every thought.
I choose to write to let my voice be heard,
I don’t want my words to be mediocre.
My brain is wired in a very different and odd way,
how I rethink, my stimulus is inside I must say.
Not the loudest in a room but I am proud of me,
What is embedded in me is a gift, who I will always be.