The music pounds proud
Standing social shroud
Mask my emotions
Damn my devotion
Faced with family
Talking loud to me
I love them mostly
Mostly close to me
But I need my space
Need a quiet place
From normal people
I need a peep hole
To gauge the crowd first
Anxiety bursts
But I’m here for her
She’s my social cure
I’ll hold my terse tongue
I’ll sing her songs sung
Loving memory
To her lost glory
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