Not eccentric, but different

Loud, but invisible

Everywhere but nowhere

The beast inside me escapes my grasp

And you were the unfortunate soul to see it

Fear encases, growing inside

As I wonder what you'll think

Of the true me

Never understood how others couldn't see

Restricted and confined

Clouded by judgement

Until they open their eyes

But are you willing to see?

See my unique power

The folds inside my mind, happy and free

And unseen long hours

Ink smudged across the creases

Worn-down but still young hands

Stanzas written in pieces

That I can understand

Filled if you look closely

But nothing if you don't

Despite this, you've been by my side

Since the start

Or are you one of them,

Who's words sputter into my ears

I'm forced to succumb

They slowly remove it, as my peers

Can only see why it's dumb

They crumple and tear the papers

That I still long to remember

A thousand needles

Pricking my every move

All these peoples

Never approve

Crowded around, pairs of eyes that gossip

But what could I possibly do

A broken engine;

The gears in my head slow to a stop

Looks but no interventions

As they wish that my art will flop

They'll never think about their action

But I don't know why I've lost

Journals abandoned, no way to trace

The voices that's been removing

My hard work, I can't see my magical place

Dimmed and not able to prove

What's behind a phrase

"Why are you still here with me?"

The waning crescent is dark, but

I keep trying to take flight

And you still help me be

A small sliver of light

That maybe, someone can still see

I'll show you my work in a year

We'll never be split

Old times will change, if you are still here

And I hope you're willing to see it

Entry into challenge "Rising Prosers Soiree # 2 : Numb" @ChrisSadhill