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Every word,
Every tone,
Every movement
catches my attention like a crow spotting a diamond.
It’s bright,
It shines,
It flickers,
It’s impossible for me to ignore.
Some call it a blessing, some call it a gift.
Personally, I say it’s a curse.
Everything surrounded turns into a large mass.
The letters turn from twelve to fifty,
weighing me down as I try to grasp.
With tears that form and nowhere to escape,
Questions arise, and I struggle to reshape.
The parasites construct a wall near the drums,
While loneliness lingers and sorrow succumbs.
I wear my heart like fragile lace,
Every sentence, every echo,
Whispers loud inside my mind,
“Too sensitive, too kind.”
Duct tape dances ‘round my mouth,
A tiny ball lodges in my throat.
I can’t swallow, can’t even eat,
Oh hell, can I even speak?
I wear this curse like heavy chains,
It tears a weight that I cannot explain.
I’m too much noise, too loud of an scream,
When will I ever feel free?