I have that impulse to scream.
To cry.
To get lost and caught up in that.
Explosion of emotion.

But, I don't.
I can't.
I turn it off and recede.
Into my schizoid understanding of reality.

No one notices me.
On mute.

Which is good.
I can try not to eat.
Or drink.

I don't have.
To be a disappointment.
As I rot alone.