I miss the quiet.

I miss the peace.

My head is no longer my own.

It is brutally attacked by the thoughts of those around me.

Everyday.

I do not remeber a time when I had peace.

I just know I miss it.

_“I wish I looked like that girl.”_

_“That boys kinda cute.”_

_“I can’t believe I’m going on a date tonight!”_

My feelings are being pushed to the side in favour of theirs. I feel the pain they experience.

_“I should have told them I loved them.”_

_“I need to tell somebody what happened last night.”_

_“I miss them so much.”_

I feel their anger

_“I’m going to kill that bitch he ran off with.”_

_“I hate her.”_

_“They never gave me a childhood.”_

I feel myself beginning to get lost in their thoughts.

I do not remember what is mine and what is theirs.

My mind should not be their play place.

But yet it is.

Even in sleep I am ambushed by their dreams.

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And nobody can help.

Their thoughts are too loud.

Their thoughts and feelings are connecting to mine, like a fucked up bluetooth.

I am privy to their private thoughts. The ones they never want anyone to hear.

The ones I don’t want to hear.

So,

Would you really want to hear others thoughts?

Or is it another dream I’m made to watch,

another fantasy forced on my conscience?