Being alone left to think is a scary, scary thing.
The silence in my head is painfully loud.
Each cluttered thought makes its own sound.
All the noise from my brain makes my ears ring.
I hear myself think much too clearly.
There's nothing more to distract my emotions
From escaping my body, or causing an implosion.
Quiet speaks the truth, wholly and sincerely.
I am trapped; I have no where to hide.
My deep desires burn inside of me.
I try to conceal it; I beg and plea.
I don't want to hear it with no one at my side.
The infinity of thoughts scream a pitch so high.
Each one more intense, more frightening.
They fly and crash fast, like lightning.
When it is just me, myself, and I.