in the presence of many one feels lost

more a stranger now than when alone

the landscape screaming in the opposite direction

my concentration fades from those around me

swimming in a sea of voices

none more penetrating than my own

i build the walls around my own voice

echos through empty halls

short power full intervals of distraction

weigh down on the shelter of inner happenings

a broken truce their faces recorded

inhabit the thoughts of an unoccupied mind

each its own castle of removal, isolation

sensory barriers complement small social shields

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