The language you don’t speak

you stare at me with cold eyes

time freezes and time flies

looking through me like I were glass

I clench my fingers hoping time will pass

you don’t always speak, but your silence says all

your not impressed, perhaps even appalled.

yet, here I stand before your eyes

I do exist and you don’t know why

for I can never be who you think you are

but I don’t want to be you, I have my own bar.


Not sure where these thoughts came from or really who they are directed to. Nonetheless, this is where my train of thought went when I saw the “language” prompt.


I don’t care

I don’t care about your anger.  I don’t care about your pain. For if I listen, I might go insane. 

I don’t care about your problems. I don’t care about your blame. For what I know, you run this game. 

I don’t care about your mistreatment. I don’t care about your tears.  For if you share them, I’ll know your fears. 

Don’t call me rude. There’s just nothing to see. And I just don’t have time…to listen to me. 

I’m too busy living, and learning to smile. All those bad times, must go in the file. 

I don’t have the time, to dwell on the woes. For happiness is taken in between blows. 

Focus on the good. And learn from the bad. Because life’s too short, to always be mad.


(Sorry for the formatting but I cannot make these random airport thoughts look nice on the mobile app.) 

Smile airport people-smile:)