Incessant

The noise buzzes around.

A care can't be found.

In my own world

These thoughts unfurled.

In my isolation, 

This desperation,

Just wanting someone to care.

Wanting someone to help with this burden I bear.

The noise carries on...

Surrounded on all sides

Hearing nothing but chides,

Remarks sounding all snide.

Always feeling out of place.

The noise carries on...

In the sea of noise

I can only hear my voice

Constantly speaking in my head.

Droning and droning in an endless loop.

Believing I had flown the coop.

Acting lively on the outside

But inside I'm dead.

And the noise carries on...

Every time someone comes

They quickly leave.

It makes me feel shunned 

And more bereaved.

No one stays long.

What do they see?

What did I do wrong?

Is it me?

And the noise carries on...

In a crowd but all alone.

Looking around there's only sneers.

It's all in my mind, as I'm prone,

But it haunts my fears.

The truth is a care can be found!

Always have, and they're all abound.

Lying to myself is how I cope.

It's how I hang onto this last hope. 

As I'm in a sea of strangers,

Lost in my own head,

The noise carries on.

Author's Note

Wrote it during down-time in class. No proof-reading done.