Multiple voices screeching in the head
Shouting to find an exit
I can speak
But my throat is choked
Am smiling away to people at large
But none seem to be catching it
Am talking to the tress
But there are no leaves on them
I can feel the wind
But it just crosses by
The postman comes and I run
But he leaves the packet on the door
For now, I know loneliness.
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