When it is quiet, I don’t move.
Nothing attractive makes me cling.
A little different with need to improve.
Accused of treating life like it is nothing.
Places where people claim to feel alive,
Don’t feel real unless I love now.
The only place that enables that thrive
Is the quiet the world and I allow.
I grew up where it was noisy.
No focus just chaos and hate.
The things I did to live were called crazy,
I feel I destroyed my future with fate.
That reality affected me more than I will admit.
Laying for hours, speaking no words, thinking faster than
most.
In this reality, I just want to fit.
Sometimes I treat my happiness like a ghost.
When the sun comes up, it reminds me I’m alive.
When the night comes, it reminds me I can die.
I’ll enjoy the world in the years until I die
And even if I don’t right now I feel alive.
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