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. I am l o s i n g

m y s e l f

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?