Crowds.

28 Sep
 

  I would like to make this plain, I don’t want to make it rude

 But when talking of the small talk, well, I’m just not in the mood

 I have absolutely nothing against your personality

But I wish that just for once you would not sit by me.

 I am trying very hard to stop the sense of panic

As the noise it gets much louder and the scene becomes quite manic

 And I think I’ve got it sorted as I focus on a thread

 Examining the strands as they dance inside my head

 But you sit yourself beside me and though it’s not appealing

 I do not wish to hurt, do not wish to harm your feelings

 So I dig my fingers tightly and hope you aren’t aware

 That I now feel rather trapped and your words become a lair

 The sights and sounds that I had tried to block out and ignore

Are now returning tenfold since you do not know the score

 I don’t think I’ll ever tell you, since I know you mean no harm

 It is not your fault I crave for a gentle sea of calm

 But if you ever read this, I hope you will take note

 If you see me staring at the floor, leave me drifting in my boat. 

One Response to “Crowds.”

  1. Elissa September 28, 2007 at 09:59 #

    If only people realised and understood this. Thanks for sharing, and thanks for giving me some further insight into the mind of my beautiful boy.

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