Unspoken

Why is it that, the ones who never speak, have the most to say? While the quiet ones thoughts seem to scatter, there is always a few words that stay on the tip of their tongue. Though sometimes those words dont get said, because they knew no one would listen anyway.
Eye contact is a no, speak with an overly low tone, cant wait to go home. Lower your head in shame, try to make it through the day. Has it always been this way? Just wish the silence would fade, and everyone would listen to what you have to say.
Now its to cold outside, and now you can see your breath with every sigh. Now people ask why you never speak, hear them wonder what your voice sounds like. You know you wish to tell them atleast something, but you decide against it. It seems those who never speak, are a mystery.
Now you start to daydream, been thinking about the same thing since last week. Your dreams go farther than you can see, because its alot better than reality. Now its like youve lost your own voice, but its like you had no other choice. Now its to cold outside, and its already getting harder to get by. Can see your breath with every sigh.