To me you are a geode

On the outside there is a rock layer

Similar to your layer of silence,

The outside layer makes a geode seem like any other rock;

Like how you seem like any other person

But, with practice, someone can see the difference between a rock and a geode

Much like how the practiced eye sees the beauty of a “quiet” kid

But then again,

Sometimes it just happens by chance

Deciding to hold onto a “rock” after a glance

Or trying to become friends

And, finally, after many hits with a hammer,

Or perhaps many days spent together,

That rock layer, or layer of silence, starts to crack

Slowly, the crack gets bigger and bigger

Until the rock layer of silence is opened

And inside

You see

The sparkling crystals of a beautiful personality