Submissions by Vicurious

I am constantly overwhelmed.
In a room full of people
and I feel alone.
So inatley alone.
Blackness abounding.
Alone
Everyone ignoring the fact
that I'm running in circles,
screaming for help
at the top of my lungs.
Alone.
I'm not moving though.
I'm sitting here.
In the corner.
Watching.
Still and silent.
It's all in my head.
The running, the screaming.
Because to anyone who knows me, knows,
that in the presence of others,
I am composed.
Reserved.
Brave, some may...