Desperate
Eyes grimly shut and lips
Pressed into a thin line
Stubbornly holding back
The walls
Of loud voices and good
Intentions and constant noise
The cacaphony of souls
In a small house
For days...and days...
And days
Struggling to preserve
Peace
Within a desperate need
For space.
let me out.
4 comments:
Introvert?
Oh yes.
I just wanted to say, that I chose to look at the first letter of each line, which came to "Depstoiti faspwf", which I pronounced as 'Dep-stoy-tee Fasp-uh-wuff'. just thought you should know that lol. but in all seriousness I'm slightly confused by the 'let me out' part. I mean, if you are an introvert, isn't it by choice?
I don't know how right this is in Lyssa's experience, but sometimes being with people continually is just as trapping as being alone; sometimes one needs to be alone but no one allows it.
(Case in point: me after several hours trapped in a car with my parents.)
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