Silent Disturbance

I mind my own business, quiet and clear,

Yet somehow, that silence stirs the air.

Eyes follow, whispers rise like smoke,

As if my calmness is some kind of joke.

I walk my path, no words to share,

But even peace, it seems, can tear.

Their provocations, sharp and sly,

Beg for a reaction, but I pass by.

What is it about this stillness of mine

That pulls their strings, makes their anger shine?

I won’t be dragged, I won’t engage,

Their chaos can’t contain my stage.

I carry on, though eyes may burn,

From every corner, every turn.

My quiet strength, it stands alone,

For in this silence, I’ve found my own.