Lack of enjoyment in the crowd.
Uncapable of saying out loud what makes me more furious than this experience,
Even if I'm allowed to say it out loud without doubt.
My heart blacksout.
A ghost unseen of it's demons.
Body and counsciousness stuck between seasons.
Ache goes through the feelings.
Demanding to know which part makes me hurt.
I think nonstop without to alert.
They see my transparency.
As I think of my remedy.
You all pretend to be temporarily.
A big room filled with shallow people
Suddenly feels cold and tender
Staring at the surrounds
World slowdowns
Not feeling my skin.
As my bond with me and I shatters.
Muteness is my twin.
The world parts me from them
and I shout to the sky.
Identify my cry of why.
Why make me unnoticable to the people I adore?
But he ignores.
Just like the rest of you endorse.
YOU ARE READING
Empty poetry;
PoetryThoughts splattered in poetry. Mind is empty. Words describe more than my mind can.
