Like a child you trap yourself inside,
Telling others to go away.
You just wish you'd disappear,
Since you don't know what to say.
It all seems stupid in your head,
And even moreso when it spills out.
Instead of keeping your chin high,
You sit and wimper and pout.
You convince yourself they don't know,
The way that your mind works.
You hope your silence gets to them,
Without making you seem like a jerk.
It's one of those feelings you have,
That you seem to know all too well.
You know exactly what it means,
But can't quite manage to quell.
You ceased being yourself,
Or perhaps finally began.
No one has a clue,
That seclusion is your plan.
Perhaps by remaining quiet,
Help will arrive with the winds of time.
Or then again it just may rest,
In between the line of a rhyme.
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