Sensory Overload
I can’t stand the noise
It’s always too much
Constant suffocating symphonies
Of voices, clangs, and bumps
The room is too small,
Their smiles too bright
I can’t think through the chaos
My ribcage holds me too tight
Their sounds steal all the air
I need order to breathe
If I run with my keys now
How far will I have to go to be free?
I know I must be crazy
So enraged that I am close to tears
From listening to squealing laughter
And the scrape of shuffling chairs
But I feel dizzy
nauseous and hot and wild
My heavy heartbeat drowns out my reason
They look over at me
I force a smile