Shut Down

And this is what I do What a child am I The moment a social gathering is mentioned Or I meet another with similar Creative interests I become crippled and inferior Shaking in my boots My voice shrinks My mind is domed by a hovering cloud Dark and Endless My eyes become dry No ,they don't soak With salty tears They stare Off into the sad abyss That is my reflection My eyes are paralyzed By silent thoughts That have no voice But the most physical effect A caved in chest Heavy breathing Every bit of my strength Refusing to scratch out my eyes And pull out my hair Because that Would just add on to the migraine I have been dragging on and on Much like the cigarettes People are so confused on why I smoke Don't you see? I am terribly self destructive My world opens up And I shut down

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