She stopped speaking much, For every word she spoke was twisted wrong. Every little banter she made Was taken as something solemn. Now she’s afraid to speak anymore, even to her closest. She counts each word that falls from her lips, Careful not to speak too much or too little. She’ll never be the same, Not after all the insults she faced for being herself. When others poke fun, she laughs it off, But when she does the same, they accuse her. She’s gone through a lot, From body shaming to being called half-witted. The pain she has endured Will never let her treat anyone the same way. Even though every word she speaks Is unintentional and full of innocence, It somehow hurts the ones she loves. So whose mistake is it then? Tell me whose mistake is it then? After all these moments of being misunderstood, She decided to step back, To keep her distance, even from her closest. And so, she stopped speaking much.