As the speakers come from my surroundings.
Harsh voices, that were once soft.
Doors that slam, and were never cared for.
As the waves of sound die as they floor towards the carpet.
I lose myself.
Jumping high as I stutter my sentence.
I am punched with noise from every direction.
Looking odd, as people think I am funny.
They laugh at my gasps, as if I am joking.
I am playing around as my heart thumps quicker.
My anxiety thickens in my veins, almost pouring out.
My breaths become weak, and feel as it if they will never become deep.
My skin starts to tingle, and my hands shake.
I turn around constantly, looking for you.
I check my surroundings to become aware.
Don't poke me.
Don't play with my hair.
Don't because someone took that.
They stole the length of my body.
I lost my soul beneath the victimization.
My tears are somewhere sweetly hidden, as I wish I could feel emotions.
I will find myself, but today is not that day.
So don't touch me.
As you laugh, think of me.
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