Literature
On this, I will not compromise.
I miss being quiet,
but only sometimes.
I am louder now,
voice carrying over;
unapologetic for existing.
It is when I am alone
that I think,
I am too loud.
Too malicious,
more wicked than kind.
I remind myself I can
be gentle, but I must survive.
And, at times,
kindness is being cruel.