She's so quiet

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by SMLaVelle

by SMLaVelle

I am haunted by

who I am when I'-

m alone. When I'm insi-

de my head. When I retre-

at away.

I think things i can'-

t repeat. I don't belie-

ve them. they're li-

es - intrusive.

I am forced to listen.

Within this flesh

prison I am held

hostage by a brain

that doesn't behave

normally - like the rest.

Undiagnosed. No one

takes me - seriously.

If I opened up my head and held out

my un-typicalities,

unpacked them.

Showed them in their raw gooey state

at the presentation.

It would be me

on a lonely stage

In an empty building.