Noises are flooding my head,
Endless thoughts haunting every pore of my being,
Solace is a state that seems foreign to my ear,
Even hearing the sweetest sound makes me restless,
My inner self denies any effort of having things to go
right,
I felt suffocated, trapped, breathless.
I wanted quiet, not a madhouse.
I wanted a time for my own, not these.
I wanted a lot of other things that seems impossible to get,
especially now.
A little bit of privacy even cost a lot these days.
A little bit of respect being thrown away at me? Impossible
as hell.
What else?
What do you want? Go away.
These people just cannot mind their own silly little
business.
They just have to butt in and be nosy where they shouldn’t.
I asked not too much. Just a little bit privacy,
and my own me time
where I’m not going to be guilty about.
I’m not used to using crude words. And I don’t plan to.
But right now, a few comes to mind,
and somehow so
persistently bugging me to say them out loud.
Dang it! I felt guilty feeling this way.
Sheesh. In the end,
that’s just it.
My wrath could only be surfaced in this virtual paper.
It’s so short, it should seem fake.
I feel so miserable I could not afford to care.
What a life.
