I keep quiet hoping to shut my thoughts
but the voices in my head keep screaming
Like abandoned children in a burning house
The worst part is, I lost my voice
I'll only further strain my cords
If I shout or try to shush them
So when they talk
I don't talk back
They say hi
And I only stare back
They poke me with their tongues
And violent hands
And I fold my body in a corner
Then run like a river
Sometimes I wonder,
Can one turn their feelings off like a stove?
Wouldn't it be nice not to feel?
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