My mind screamed at its self.
Why was I being such a drama queen?
No one cared.
No one wanted to hear me ramble about how hard I had.
Why couldn’t I get that through my thick head?
Why couldn’t I understand the fact that no one is here to listen?
‘No one cares. Be quiet.’ My brain told me, ‘Keep your head down. Write it on paper. The paper will listen.’
I fight the urge to yell at people. For one reason I want someone to hear.
And there is someone. But he seems far away. Distant.
For some reason I didn’t feel as close as I used too.
But now, now things are different.
I don’t tell people what they don’t care about hearing.
I know where to find him when I need to talk.
I know how to control the mental noise.