Alone in a room, filled with thoughts;
Thoughts that shouldn't be shared.
But alone am I, no one here to hear me.
Unless they are deaf, and what use is that?
I wonder aloud, to myself I talk.
In this Room that is empty of all but thoughts.
Is it a void where I am caught?
A hole in the universe where the thoughts of the serious,
Are trapped inside.
Or am I asleep inside my head?
The Room is bright, and I shield my eyes,
Yet I see not a thing.
Disappointed am I, that the Room is empty,
Yet thrilled that I am blind,
For thoughts of others hurt to see.
Because others' thoughts are critical of me.
They spare nothing harsh and are liberal with criticism.
 They say in their minds what would be knives aloud.
 They say aloud what hurts inside.
So, alone in a Room that is filled with thoughts,
I'll be here with the thoughts that shouldn't be shared
Because no one can hear to let me out,
I'll stay here and bear what others can't hear.
I'll stay here because I have no voice.