I have been told
I speak too much
to be ignored.

At home,
I replay my day,
wincing
at every door my mouth opened
that maybe should've stayed shut.

Writing is the only room
where I am not wrong
for filling the air.

Today,
a someone said
I am good with words.
She doesn't usually read
other people's captions-
but she reads mine.

One small compliment
and I am lighter.

Maybe my words are wanted,
maybe they are not noise.
Maybe I am not
too much.