I used to be all those things until, I met silence. It welcomed me with a cold hug.
I hated it.
No, I wasn't mute, and never will be, sadly.
But sometimes I wished I could be mute.
Sometimes I wished it would all go away, the frightenedness, the scaredness and the cold dark silence.
I wished my parents knew not violence.
But I only had one thing in me, silence.
But I'm okay now, sort of.