Where I go, Darkness Follows
Into a room full of opaque faces
Chattering like birds during a morning breeze
Carelessly going about their paces
Intertwined like firm rope, strength in the numbers
An aura of unspoken feelings above my head
The elephant in the room that no one says
When they look at me they think that I'm dead
A pale white ghost that has nothing to speak
To be unseen and looked over with a sense of pity
The story that's behind explained when away
All alone in the most crowded of cities
Invisible in the masses and the cliques
When the singing of voices is brought to a halt
As soon as I sit down when invited by the host
The silence that falls over speaks as my fault
About the nature which my presence is perceived
My name is scarred, my name is psychotic, my name is PTSD.
My name is abused, my name is raped and forsaken
Where I go darkness follows behind in my stead
Unspoken things that sit heavy in an open room
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