are you them?

They stare but don't look
They hear but don't listen
They feel but don't cry
I'm alone in a room full of them
Or maybe I am one of them..
Silently screaming to be unheard in a world like this
Slowly dying as a way to live
Scratching and clawing at the bugs under my skin
No one can know that a beautiful monster is held within





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