My World Selective Mutism

Alone in a world trapped in my head Thinking of the past laying in bed. Random moments will come over me When all I’ll do is think and breathe. No words will form from my lips A brief verbal eclipse Numerous reasons ranging Personality unchanging, while emotions exchanging. Words and “smiles” shared so often their meaning taints Cares and interests we faint All to please the eye of another The numerous expectations begin to smother. So many thoughts locked in my head Everyone leading to a sense of dread My lips grow heavy like your eyes at night Both shall close and be alright Let me stay in my little world In blankets warm and curled Everything will be alright When you come to embrace the night.