The silence of close ones
The stabbing of nearby thoughts
The shoving of impatient attitudes
The icy, cold drops of rejection and hatred

Walking in my own, mental solitude
Past familiar looking faces
With foreign-like expressions

Fighting with the shield of self-worth
Against the attacking forces raining down
On my battered mind

Clinging onto the bits and
Pieces of my fragile self-control
While they're being shattered every few moments

Concentrating on my physical body language,

The key to my thoughts…

Focussing on the movement of my eyes,

The windows of my black soul…

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