I sit here alone in this empty room.
Listening to what surrounds me in my time of gloom.
I hear the boices of the hall,
The doors creaking open,
The click of heels,
The randoms whispers at my ears,
It's all I really ever hear.
In comes a couple of people,
They talk a bit, but not to me,
I keep quiet and don't let them see,
See that I wish for some attention for me,
But I don't wish to be talked to it seems.
I'll stay silent.
I'll keep quiet.
Leave me to myself,
Like a doll sitting on an empty shelf,
No one will hear my silent yelp.
I hear strange sounds,
Like someone is here.
But I look around to find no one is near.
Is this the quietness that everyone fears?
It doesn't seem that bad to me here.
Don't say a word,
I don't like the attention.
Sing a little song in my head,
Hum it a bit, but still keep silent.
Watch the people go by,
The random whispers at my ear,
It's all I really ever hear.
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From Inside Myself
PoetryPoems I have written in my hard times and easy times. My worst and my best, close to death and one with life. Inspired by anything around me that had an impact with me the most. Words that flowed from my pen or pencil, letting my heart do the talkin...
