To speak is to show too much consideration for others. Fish and Oscar Wilde both died via the mouth...

I'm a runaway.
When I was born
they shut me up
inside myself.
Ah, but I ran away.

If people get sick
of living in
the same old place,
why not of living
in the same old skin ?

My soul is on
the lookout for me,
but I lie low.
Will it ever find me ?
Never, I hope !

Being myself only
means being pinned down
and no one at all.
I'll live on the run,
from my selves ?
And I really live !
I think ?