my thoughts, so loud
they drown out
every voice and every soundthey could speak
sitting right next to me
but all I hear
are my thoughts running freefree of the judgment
because no one else can hear them
no one else can see the mess they create
only i can hear
as i click on the mute and
zone out on mouths talking about who knows what
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Poetry❝How naive of me To think that the Devil would show up With demons and horns And everything opposite of joy . He being the deceiver he is Had the most beautiful eyes And everything which convinced me I'm home ❞ || welcome...