There are a lot of things that compete for our attention in this complex world. And sometimes it gets too intense. This is me screaming…just with words.
No choice
No voice
At a loss for words
If I could speak would I really be heard?!
People everywhere but no one really cares.
The wind chime, your face, the phone, this place, My Space.
Everyone competes for my attention.
Did I mention I want quiet?
All is loud and vulgar that surrounds me punishing me,
I feel like I’m in hell.
Your bragging, joking, needing, vanity.
All designed to steal my life from me.
Why won’t you let me be?!
Please go away and come back when your mannners are intact,
and we will resume this thing called________??
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