Hush

Hush.

When you’re just 

a little too much,

when you’re so loud,

you shine above the rush.

They say,“Hush”.

Hush.

For when your gaze

is a little too straight,

for when your gait

is a little too brave,

they whisper,

“Hush”.

Hush.

For when your laugh

is all that they can hear,

they turn around and

exclaim through gritted teeth

in your ear,

“Hush!”

Hush.

Hush.

Hush…

…Crush.

Crush them for all

the times they found

comfort in your silence. 

Crush,

each scar leftover

by the words

of people who

tried to tame

the wildfire

in you.

Crush

the afterglow

of every time

you’ve been told

“Hush”.

                                                                  ~N.V.