Of Lights And Noisy Things

I could walk into a classroom and try to find your face
But I can't see it
Through the bright lights
And the sensation of a touch burning my skin
I can't stand the sound of my own voice
It blinds me
But if I don't say your name you won't turn
Around and look at me
And my little piece of silence is gone
I am met with a resistance caused
By the chaos in my brain
I could try to find you
But I'd die along the way
So I can only hope that you would find me
Through my headphones and down cast eyes
That you would touch me gently enough
So it doesn't sting
That you would know without me speaking
That the stupid lamp in the corner is blinding me
I would hope that you would sit with me and wait for spring
I would hope that you would at least fight through the storm
of my sense and tell me if my dreams are hopeless