Sitting under the white tent the kids run around and splash water and scream and laugh, people surrounding and talking, I have my arms crossed on the table and all I can do is stare at my hands and rub on the back of my hand staring at them unsure how to talk to others, im quiet I close my eyes and the sun beats down on me and all I can think about is silence, it's quickly broken by a loud noise one of the kids dumped a pale bucket of water on there sibling the laughing and yelling gets louder and there being scolded for being to rough.
My forehead starts to drip with sweat and my arms become sticky from the heat I go back to being in my thoughts while my friends around me chat and catchup all I can still think about is wanting silence my thoughts race more and my hands go to nervously twiddling my thumbs and all I can think about is when I can get silence and when I can get out of this heat my thighs stick to the metal chair as I move and adjust myself in it I become more and more frustrated as I get more scored from the sun, the noise grows louder I tap my foot trying to calm myself but the chatting I get asked questions and the kids are still yelling ones argueing about being splashed and the other is running away
The heat grows and my skin feels on fire and my heart races and my face becomes red and all I can think about is silence, the voices become background noise along with the kids argueing and im back into my thoughts and the sun and its heat burning me.
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Poems for People who Love to Much
Poetryshort stories and poems for people who love to much my main focus on them right now is about how depression and anxiety affects me and relationships and how I view the world (it is not finished I will be putting more poems and or short stories in ov...
