They ask, "Why don't you talk?" And I wish I could explain. It's not that I don't want to, I do. I want to pour it all out, every thought, every ache that's been sitting in my chest for years. But when the moment comes, the words get stuck. My mind goes blank, my throat tightens, and I just say, "I'm fine." Every day, I carry conversations in my head that never make it out. I rehearse, I rewrite, I silence myself. It's not that I don't trust people. I just don't know how to start without falling apart. So I stay quiet. I laugh, I listen, and let the world keep talking, while I hide what I can't say.