Lately out in public I have become an observer.
A spy, the "fly on the wall", invisible and ghost like.
Smoky wisp.
The people move faster, noises become louder, a can't brethe.
I feel like I want to scream.
Everyone turns, looks, stares.
I am here, I need to talk, I need help. See me.
See me.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 1:23 PM UTC
Lately out in public I have become an observer.
A spy, the "fly on the wall", invisible and ghost like.
Smoky wisp.
The people move faster, noises become louder, a can't brethe.
I feel like I want to scream.
Everyone turns, looks, stares.
I am here, I need to talk, I need help. See me.
See me.
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