Spiral into InsanityA Poem by That One Personone person me, myself, and i i sat here for a reason sometimes it's better so much better to be alone
two people a friendly, cozy couple we sat here for a reason sure, maybe she did invite herself but one is lonely, and two is company
four people a tightly knit quartet we sat here for a reason of course, she invited them but they're so nice and i would hate to be the mean one after all, it takes four to hold a conversation
six people more and more people coming to my place i sat here for a reason it's my place mine i start shrinking slowly back into the outskirts of society because honestly when there are six people one tends to fade away
eight people too many and i can't calm down IT'S MY PLACE- i sat here for a reason if i wanted to talk to people i would've sat in the damn cafeteria i hate them- i hate them all for doing this to me because it's all too easy to turn invisible in the middle of eight people
ten, twelve, a million people all drown me in their sociality my heart is racing these days my hands never stop shaking- never stop trembling- and i can't stop stuttering and fumbling with my words i can't calm down- i won't calm down- and the line between can't and won't has been erased i can't won't calm down. i won't can't calm down. it's all the same now that i've been erased from off the face of the earth
everybody nobody all the people none of the people which is it? i can't tell anymore they've clawed out my eyes- ripped out my ears- carved up my heart- i don't want to do this anymore
i fade in and out shaking as the people crowd ever closer stifling me suffocating me cutting me up and- running me through chewing me up and- spitting me out
it's so quiet now the people are still here but i've found that i can't won't hear them anymore. i can hear someone screaming- and realize that it's me.
i'm on the floor now- in the darkest corner of my place- what used to be my place- i haven't stopped shivering. the world hasn't stopped spinning. my thoughts haven't stopped scrambling. since the people came
it's getting dark now- but the people are still here- the people are still HERE-! and they're not LEAVING!- someone's screaming again
the world just keeps getting darker and i can't see the people anymore but i can hear them they're in my brain- they're in my brain- THEY'RE IN MY BRAIN- they're here and- and- they'rehereandtheywon'tleavemealone they'rehereandnowican'tescape they'rehereandpleasesomebodyanybody they'rehereandidon'twanttobehereanymore they'rehereandi'mscreaming,screaming,SCREAMING they'rehereand- and-
suddenly they're gone they're gone and i'm finally beautifully blessedly free. © 2015 That One PersonAuthor's Note
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