Crushed
Pain
Where is it I wonder
Is it the voices in my head
Or the small aches in my arms
Is it the anxiety of being in a room full of people
Where I have no opinion or a say in things
I feel crushed
Like I've been ran over by a bus
Those things I will later ponder
In a room of silence and peace
Where I will no longer feel crushed.
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