Why am I like this?

Why does it have to be me who sits in silence
Why can't my conscience provide me condolence 
Did I say too much?
Do they know?
But no, the ignorance of others is blissful to me
But is it?
I'm alright now, but did you ask me before?
When all I did was worry
Not knowing for sure
The abundance of words and the absence of mine
Do they even know
That I sat here unheard?

I'm alright, Truly fine
But around people not so close
Do they wonder? Do they know?
That I don't want to sit in silence anymore