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...
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