Silence, My Weakness

So out of place I wander these halls,
imagining my writings on the walls.
Just a face amongst the crowd,
not willing to shout aloud.
My life far from a parody,
I'm here to make my own history.

Hands in my pockets,
I walk the straight line.
Contrary to popular belief;
yeah, I'm fine.
Head down and hooded over,
my appearance, the average Joe;
seemingly like everyone else,
but so out of place.

My mouth shut and speech contained,
staring at this screen;
I feel so restrained.
Thought and reflection,
the writings foretell my true self;
my tongue not gifted enough to express.

The more the light appears,
the more I close my eyes.
The more the darkness consumes me,
the more I grow stiff, and paralyse.

Fading into history,
just another voice seldom heard.
I stand amongst the shadows,
pupils dilated, heart racing.
Watching the world in its motion,
observant and cautious.

From fears to tears,
and worrying throughout the years;
Self protection provided - sanity, it’s undivided.
I don't expect many to understand.
This way of thinking so strange,
abstract, and strait-jacket worthy.