A crowd surrounds you
And all the voices
rise and sing
Everyone is in unity
They can all
understand the shrill ring
But one voice stands
out
The voice is your own
It makes the crowd
stop
And they all let out
a moan
One filled with confusion
Not understanding a
word you said
Looking at you as if
you are alien
Seeming to ignore you
instead
It makes your become
downcast
Your thoughts retreating
to the back of your mind
No longer wanting to
speak
Fearing people will
be unkind
The loneliness
surrounds you
Instead of the crowd
It’s better to keep
your voice inside
At least for now
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