THE SOUNDS OF PEOPLE
THE SOUNDS OF MUSIC
THE NOISE IN MY HEAD
THE WHISPERS AND STARES OF PEOPLE
EVERYONE WANTS A PIECE OF ME
EVERY ONE SPEAKS AT ONE TIME
MY OWN PERSONAL BUBBLE
THAT IS SUPPOSE TO PROTECT ME
IN MY OWN SPACE AND TIME
I TALK TO PEOPLE FOR HELP WHO IO FEEL DO NOT UNDERSTAND
I EXPRESS
MY SADNESS AND PAIN IN MY LIFE
I CRY AND RELIVE IT LIKE IT WAS MY OWN PERSONAL DAY OF HELL
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