Can you hear me?

It’s easier to be heard in a quiet room with just a whisper than it is up here

Constantly twisting and turning , bobbing and weaving, screaming and crying

Confusion along with a headache

Let me be heard where there is chaos, it speaks volumes

But instead I’m just a mouse strolling through a herd of elephants.

I can’t express how frail I am, how small I feel

A squeak to you is my cry from insanity.

In a quiet room there is no one, so who cares

In chaos we are selfish, no one cares

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