Noise

November 19, 2017

I’m sitting here.

Completely alone.

They left, and I

cant go.

Its so quiet.

Its so loud.

I’m hiding here.

Listening to lockers

open and shut.

They leave,

and I’m

alone again.

Its silent,

But booming.

I’m crying here.

Waiting to be caught.

They roll around

inside my head.

So alone,

all alone.

Its quiet out here.

But inside, I cant

hear anything.

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