The Quiet

The quiet place I go to has me scared 

I’m stuck without being able to move 

Trapped in box 

Afraid to make a sound 

Stuck in my mind without being able to escape 

Looking around and only seeing darkness

Becoming the scared kid alone in a store 

With my heart pounding 

And I’m SCREAMING 

but all anyone hears is the quiet 

Hoping the quiet is loud enough

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