| It is quiet...quiet enough to hear my own thoughts screaming at me. With people and love and warmth around me, I am loud and proud and full of life. Alone, I become someone with thoughts darker than midnight. Why this is, I will never know, but when alone, I lose who I am with people, and become who I try to fix. Those around me with problems and lack of self Become projects and quests to conquer Until it becomes silent and I am the quest. It is quiet...quiet enough to hear my own thoughts screaming at me. ... I can't hear anything... |