You know when something is so loud you think you hear something else? For example, you're vacuuming and you have to stop because you swear you hear someone talking to you.
My head is occupied by this screaming, white noise of everyday life and all I hear is whispered calls of my name from something, someone. But when I silence this noise in my head and rack my brain for where to go, alas . . . only silence.
Maybe you hear it too? The same screaming feelings and emotions of what you think you're supposed to be screaming towards but someone else is calling your name.
It's not me. Your impetuous lust for attention fervors a desperate plea that makes me sick.
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