The words bounce off,

Gifting me with complete silence.

“When will I speak again?” I think.

“Never,” I assure.

Everything repels me,

People, the wind, rain, and comfort;

The only thing that I cannot hide from

Is the piercing, heavy feelings of loneliness.

I try to pop my bubble,

But my nails aren’t sharp enough,

My limbs far too weak

From deprivation of joy.

I am stuck in a bubble,

One I created myself.