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Are there thoughts, ideas, angers you have gestating inside your mind you'd never speak about unless directly asked or prompted?
As if there was this vampiric invitational principle you've applied to the tortured portions of your psyche you've forbid yourself from speaking on without unanimous compliance.
You've adhered yourself to the unquestionable convention that overt introspection is weakness. Internal conflict is meant to be digested quietly, indefinitely. Taken to the grave and beyond.
leaving you to writhe in your own mind in ineffable dissonance enraged at your own lack of comprehension to sort out enigmas you created without external attention.
Constantly participating in a shouting match with your own echoed rants, screaming, in livid anger. Wanting some reason to speak, but having no sanction. No prompter to make right and validate thoughts for analysis, they'll never come. The thoughts you think don't cross the minds of others. You won't find answers for questions you anticipate are not worth the time to vocalize, embarrassed to place effort to articulate the arguments. Waiting for a fucking sign that won't ever come. You're waiting to die just so the fucking voices stop, so you'll never risk hearing your own again. Never burden anyone with yours.
Waiting for the quiet.
Waiting for the quiet.
Waiting for the quiet to relieve you of duty.
Waiting for the quiet to excuse you from wasting your whole fucking life you didn't ask to live.
Waiting for the quiet.
Waiting for the quiet.
