Fossilized
1.There is an extrovert
Living inside of me,
Wanting to express herself
And longing to be free,
Despite how I explain
That noise is not the thing,
Clamour does not mean freedom,
It’s only annoying.
2.There is an extrovert
Trying to help me out,
She knows what she is saying,
What life is all about.
If only she walked out
Someplace where I can’t hear,
Because if I shoot myself
I, too, might disappear.
3.There is an extrovert
Looking out through my eyes,
But she cannot take control;
My skin is fossilized.
If she talks with my mouth
It disconnects the mind
And all that passes through it
Is just a hopeless sigh.
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