Alone In A Overpopulated World
I live in an ideal world where my words matter, but every sentence I spit out tastes like nonsense.
The bitter taste of nothingness rests on my tongue when I speak with others as they look at me as if they are struggling to comprehend.
I find myself ending my splurges of chatter of “do you get me?” or “am I making sense to you?”
The response is usually a yes, but deep down I hear “your use of English is poor”.
Why is it that so many people usually give me such blank-faced expressions?
I wish I knew.
I often feel put off by the expressions I receive when talking with others. I find myself continuously checking whether they can hear me as my voice is so soft.
They usually can.
I find myself sinking into smaller spaces because I fear large spaces may swallow me whole.
They won’t. Yet, I still find myself cramming my tongue in the corners of my mouth. Head tilted away from the judgemental eyes.
Silent.
I am much like a balloon waiting to pop.
