you can't help but process everything so deeply.

a look, a glance, a gesture, every thing.

you process everything like its a threat, the enemy.

you soon will figure out, you are the threat.
and the enemy

your mind tries to find reasons of how you are

a bother
annoying
a waste
of space

until you crumble
you scream
you cry
you break
to so many
pieces on the floor

trying to get these thoughts
out of your mind.

to have one day of
silence

no thinking

just silence.