This fits in with yesterday's ending about feeling trapped in the mask. It's a poem called Noise. I'm not sure who the copyright belongs to, I can't even find it on Google. If you know of the poem, or even know the author, please let me know. :)
I'll end this post with a poem that I found a while ago, before my depression actually, that fits almost exactly what I feel when I feel trapped.
Noise
I must keep talking, keep moving,
Keep buzzing.
If I stop I'll hear the silence.
I hate silence.
Nothing to distract me,
From the fact that I am,
Alone in here.
Trapped in a mask I can't take off.
Aching. Churning. Sad.
So turn up the noise.....
But sometimes the noise isn't loud enough,
And I feel lonely in a crowd,
An island and I can't swim.
Friends hear the words I say,
But they can't hear what my heart,
Is saying.
A nightmare
Where I want to run or scream but can't.
How did I end up me?
About-the-same-as-yesterday-feeling-slightly-bad-human-being
Samantha
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