Silence is not Safe

Dont you dare break my silence.
I've been quiet for weeks now.
Why? Because I'm patient and at peace.
I'm good. Yeah you're still bugging?
Listen to what you're prying at. Its has no business with you. I've lived in silence my whole life. Never spoke unless asked what I thought. I'd focus on topic changes so I'd know what was brewing. You think I'm comfortable when I'm silent? You actually think my silence...me being quiet, means you can step in my mind, take control, and criticize me? You actually believe you're safe when I'm quiet?
In all my young, odd life, I've been a tornado. All over the place. However...I'm going to stop myself now. I will not let you in. Final. Comfort can ruin my life. I'll be damned if you fit that example. Why...I'm willing to listen to you.
Yet what you're requesting, I can not let you know. Women die with a hundred million words left in their heads, while men with secrets held till death. Honest to god rules, reminders, and lessons. I've almost become the guy who says "if you dont know, you wont understand". Rude, I know. Tough defense, isn't it?
Yet you still pinch...and poke. If I wasn't raised as I was...it would be terrible for me. You'd be safe. Cause you'd never meet me. I'm sure of it. If all you have are questions about me...I've warned you briefly. I wont continue on with you. Yes I'll stay and listen. I hope you understood the rest. I've only stuck around when thoughts came together. I was set. Things were golden. I was smiling more. I was silent and at peace. Like I am now. My face has nothing but hope on it.
So I'll say this, you'll come to understand, I'm not like this to just you. Yet, I'll applaud you for getting as far as you did. However, even wolves will snap back if poked for one too many times. Mind your limits. Take away your seductions, you're lies and deceit. You're battles for power. Silent I am. Yet I'm not scared, worried, nor shy.
But I have scars. I'm tired and screwed up. I've burned bridges. Stood there and watched them burn so they still see my face. I've fought battles in me. Wars still progressing to their end. You've seen those battles. Those empty nothings.
I have flaws. I can be the devil, speaking in riddles. I can be an angel, holding out hope. Yet I'm human. What else can I blame? My decisions? Human. My mistakes? Human. My regrets? Human.
No. I'm done here. Again, you've received enough about me. I'm not a safe person to be with. Not dangerous. Honest fighter to tame, yet the honest fight would go on...
This is the warning laid apon you. It wont get better. I wish you understand, and finally close my story. For I'm not safe in my own glory.