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Sometimes I want to be with people But others I want to be alone. When I say I want to be with people I mean I want to watch a video While you sit and drink wine Though this is interpreted as rude For me this is heaven A place where no one is overwhelmingly happy A place where there can be sound But I am relaxed When I mean relaxed I mean not feeling like my bones are melting in my chest Or like my vocal cords are sealed shut So when I'm in a crowded room of people chattering I see my dog lying on the floor, untouched I want to be that dog To be that dog who no one expects to be talking or doing activities I'm in that room a person though Getting the life ****** out of me My vocal cords shaped off My bones melting in my chest I smile back at there's but its fake I feel like they know They know how tired I am How dark the bags under my eyes are How shook my voice is When my mother tells me to get off my phone She doesn't understand that my phone Is a task a task to distract my mind from the noise So when I put this down I am aware When I am aware I am scared When I am scared I do not function When I don't function I can not talk so there is no right answer here
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Overwhelming
Sometimes I want to be with people But others I want to be alone. When I say I want to be with people I mean I want to watch a video While you sit and drink wine Though this is interpreted as rude For me this is heaven A place where no one is overwhelmingly happy A place where there can be sound But I am relaxed When I mean relaxed I mean not feeling like my bones are melting in my chest Or like my vocal cords are sealed shut So when I'm in a crowded room of people chattering I see my dog lying on the floor, untouched I want to be that dog To be that dog who no one expects to be talking or doing activities I'm in that room a person though Getting the life ****** out of me My vocal cords shaped off My bones melting in my chest I smile back at there's but its fake I feel like they know They know how tired I am How dark the bags under my eyes are How shook my voice is When my mother tells me to get off my phone She doesn't understand that my phone Is a task a task to distract my mind from the noise So when I put this down I am aware When I am aware I am scared When I am scared I do not function When I don't function I can not talk so there is no right answer here
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
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