No one ever asked how I was feeling
No one asked if I'm fine
These people keep talking
I can't get it out of my mind
It's too much, why can't they stay quiet?
Too many conversations at once
I can't take it, it's too much
What's wrong with me? I don't know
I retreat and I can't tell
What I did and why I felt that way
This monster won't let me go
Gripping me by my shoulders
Forcing me to be alone
I'm good at hiding you can't tell how I feel
It's a mask, a poker face underneath
I built walls so they won't come close
Why should I speak if there's nothing to say?
If I never say anything they won't hurt me
Endless conversations about nothing
My mind is too focused on their conversations
I need to retreat, I struggle to find a way out
Ignored, over talked, never seen
Of course they never ask how I've been
There's borders between me and them
Invisible walls, a barrier I can't overcome
I put up a mask, became invisible, a husk
If I speak I'll be in the spotlight
Words are replaced by panic, a fright
What I did wrong keeps me up at night
I am too different, misunderstood
Rejected by society, not fitting in
Yes it hurts me, so I never speak
When they come over I freak out
Always third wheeling, left out
Hiding in the corner, afraid to come out
Society forged me to be who I am
I can't escape the hole they dug for me
What's wrong with me?
I don't know how to fix myself
I'm afraid to be myself
Invisible, like I don't exist
Forgotten in others’ memory
I wish to speak yet I cannot
It's hard to speak without fear
If they reject me again I might break
Empty words, mindless conversations
Overwhelmed by the change of pace
I might retreat and leave without a trace
Not like anyone would ever notice
Of course it makes no sense
I built this never ending fence
Putting up all of my defense
Always being tense
An overthinking pessimist
Desperately trying not to drown
Afraid of change
What I crave is something
I avoid out of pure fear
Perhaps I'll never overcome this barrier
Perhaps I'll be happier in a way
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Red Roses and Black Crows
PoetryThe red blood of what we fought, the tears and the hard work crumbled apart, and the ashes of rebirth. Red rose, the love and passion, and the black crows of freedom and change, we had to break apart and transform, to become who we are today. And th...
