By Samantha Reece

 

Everyone talks, deaf to me.

They fail to notice, completely blind.

They are secure in their own little circles, going about their ways.

I watch...

I wait...

 

I observe them from afar.

I want to say something.

But what do I say?

I think of something, but all that comes out is a whisper.

 

I really do wish that I could wash away this anger inside of me.

I'm angry at myself and everybody.

Does that mean I hate everything?

 

I often wonder why I am sitting here.

I want to say something.

But I come up short every time.

I'm too afraid...

 

I'm too afraid to even help myself.

This burning feeling gets even stronger.

Will it ever go away?

 

The spotlight is scary.

Having eyes fixed on you.

What might they think?

Being yourself?

Does that even work?

 

The minute I step in, I want to run and flee.

My voice cracks when I speak.

Do they know I'm afraid?

My bravery can't shatter here.

 

I want them to listen and understand.

Let to words flow and do not forget.

Find your oasis and float on your back.

 

Take off the mask.

That cursed mask.

 

Spread out your hands and give your heart.

You have something worthwhile to give.

The only one stopping it is you.