Avoiding The Normals

kids making noise and disturbing mom working at home

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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