Questions...

I´ve felt misunderstood before, I am young, I know.

But don´t forget that because I am young I need guidance, I need help,

I need you to tell me I´m not wrong.

I think I understand what´s going on... you´re trying to keep me calm about it,

trying not to make me think about it more than what I do.

Don´t you know how hard it is for me? Do you think I do not know that this requires me to be careful?

Can´t you see that your silence burns bridges instead of building them?

Can´t you see that keeping your mouth shut is the worst thing you can do?

I was wrong, in reality I don´t understand you...

Why would you ask me about it? Huh?

Why would you ask?

Why let me tell you about it, about how it makes me feel, just to act as if you did not listen and walk away?

Don´t you know how important it is for me? How happy and yet afraid it makes me?

Can´t you realize that I want to share it with you?

Well, I guess I must stay in silence if that´s what you want me to do, no more attempts, so please, save yourself those questions.

"All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned

someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too,

though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.

I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except

myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time

and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve

a realization everyone else appears to have been born with:

that I am nobody but myself."

Ralph Ellison